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CHAPTER 2S

AL The very luOIIlclAS NAoA SAeA
decided to wait for Sandy at his
office, Sandy was hurrylng toward
the Acme office. His lean face was
set IN anger, MS brows were drawn
into a froWn above the serious
ewes. Even the most casual passer-
by could feel that there was some
thing threatening about his dello-
crate haste. When he reached the
Fine Arts building, he pushed the
elevator bell viciously, then again.
Heard you the first time, bud
dy," the operator said calmly,
when he finally Jockeyed his car
into position on the main floor.
mo use hurrying, always say.
What goes up must go down" "
Then with puzzling seriousness ne
concluded, And the sooner they all
get down and out, the better like
it. Going UP"
In another mood Sandy might
have urged the funny old codger TO
talk. Today he was in a hurry.
He wanted to catch Abe before ne
left for the day.
He pushed his way into the
crowded and ornate offices that
housed Acme business these days,
and informed Maize in brusque
tones, Mr.. knight to see Abe Zim-
norman. And make it Snappy."
Maize almost swallowed her
gum, but obediently plugged a
cord into her switchboard and an
nounced the impetuous caller.
He says he isn't in yet" she
said laconically, then took an IN
coming call that occupied her at
tention for five minutes. Sandy
was impatient and, knowing full
well that Abe was in his office, ne
pushed the door open roughly.
In silhouette he saw the thicken-
ing figure of Abe, seated at his
deliberately carved desk debating
to a new blonde secretary.
Take letter to Charles Little
ton. Dear Charlie-then tell dear
Charlie we'd like to have that order
at the original price. None of this
cry-baby stuff. Once he quotes a
price to Zimmerman, he's"
Eyes, he's stuck with it all right"
Sandy chimed in bitterly. Heaven
help the poor cuss, whoever he Is,
if you've got your dirty claws IN
him."
Get going, Miss Schmaltz," Abe
ordered briefly, then turned to
Sandy. Il thought told Maize l
wasn't here?"
And that's about as straight as
the rest of your actions, thinner
man. > You haven't had the pleasure
of meeting me but I'm Andrew
knight. I've come to warn you to
keep your hands off my business"
$50. And when is it I've come
around meddling in your affairs ?"
In the first place, it's the busi-
ness of every ethical advertising
man to put a stop to cut-throat
methods such as Acme has been
adopting lately. Secondly, 1 hap
pen to know you've been making 1t
your personal business to queer me
in a couple Of little jobs I've been
angling for. When your boom
doggling hurts me, I'm just the fell
low that will cause you trouble, -
Sandy told him emphatically. He
was leaning on the highly polished
desk, staring directly into Abe's
puffy little eyes.
Abe swiftly looked away, fidget-
ing in his chair. He seemed to have
nothing to say to his accuser.
Gently he pushed one hand, then
another on his desk, causing his
swivel chair to sway from side to
side.
"Sit still, you fool, and listen to
me-" Sandy's temper was getting
the better of him. Abe's unex-
pected silence put him at disad-
vantage, and suddenly he walked
around to the back of the desk
Before Abe knew what was hap
pening, he had given the revolving
chair a powerful twist that sent it
spinning crafty, with Abe trying
desperately to maintain his equi-
librium. In second he jumped
from the still moving chair, and
rather breathlessly turned tC
Sandy.
Look here, young fella. I'm not
picking any fight with you," he
said, appraising Sandy's height
and his lean strength, then reiter-
ating more loudly, II should say
not. Now if you'll tell me. what's
the trouble, maybe we can get
down to brass knuckles."
Sandy took deep breath anG
launched into list of his griev.
ances. He reiterated facts that
were common gossip among the
advertising fraternity, saying
You're getting a bad name al
along the row. Zimmerman. 70,