The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-07-28
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soon. But l understand there's not much there now. The stores mven- tory has been kept down during the depression, and"
 would you like to see it to- night2" Jameson interrupted. "Its only about five or six blocks from here."
 "But I don't see what the ware- house has to do with :" She stopped. Then, seeing his deter mined scowl, she said, "An right. Let's go there."
 Helena was quite breathless when they reached the squat, square con- cerete building, its long barred windows staring into the night. Jameson had grasped her arm roughly in his excitement, leading her there almost at Q trot.
 He withdrew Q ring of keys from his pocket. "The larger stun from the hardware department-wa washing machines and electric refrigerators and goods like that--are stored here. So I know what I'm talking about"
 T still don't see what you're getting at," protested Helena irn- patiently. After all, perhaps Har- vey Jameson was Q little queer.
 With an effort he slid back the heavy metal door. "Come inside" he said shortly. From Q rack on the wall he took down fashlight. T don't want to attract attention by turning on the lights" Jarne- son told her. "The elevators this way. What want to show you IS on the top floor"
 Helena found herself wishing Jameson had turned on the lights: or, better yet, that she hadn't agreed to come here. Suppose she had mistaken o mad man for one with a uuixotic honesty? But 1t was too late now to question. In another moment they were jerking upward in the freight elevator, Jameson's fiashlight shedding Q weird pool or light at their feet.
 Here we are," he said, as the elevator stopped. T can turn these lights on. All the windows on this floor are boarded up." He turned Q switch. What met Helenas eyes meant little at first. Then she made out hundreds of tall cases of farm machinery. They were set one atop the other almost to the ceiling. Assembled, they would have taken up many times the space of this floor.
 "Those," Jameson said, "are grain binders" He looked ct her. Tt might interest you to know that we sell about six Q year."
 "Then why all these?"
 He nodded. "Yeah. That's Q hard question to answer. But 1t isn't half as hard as this one. Why did Bar nes buy this kind when 1t. isn't the type of binder that's used in this locality2"
 "You--you mean we can't sell thesep"
 "Not in o hundred years"
 Helena looked back ct the crowded warehouse room, her eyes puzzled. "But if 1t was @ mistake, why doesn't Barnes send them back? Even if we had to lose the freight 1t would"
 "It's no mistake" Jameson snap ped. I'm going to tell you just what 1t was. You may get mad and fire me, but I'm going to tell you" He drew Q long breath. Leah Frazier got MT. Henderson to okay this order because Mark Sandison represented the company" "Whos Mark Sandison."
 Leah Frazier could tell you," Jameson said. "But-well, MT. Hen- derson didn't know about that. Anyhow, Sandison wanted to sell this kind of Q machine because his commission would be bigger. And Roger Barnes passed the order, and had the stuff stored-all for @ nice cut of Sandison's commis- sion." He snapped of the lights. Once again the fiashlight made Q yellow pool at their feet. Out of the darkness he went on bitterly. There's Q lot more, if you want to hear It."
 "T-that's that's quite enough"
 (TO Be ConCludcd)