The following Monday Miss Edith Hudson went to work for the International Machine Company as Mr. Compton’s stenographer¹. Nor could the most fastidious have discovered aught to criticize in the appearance or deportment of Little Eva.

 

The same day the certified² public accountants came. Mr. Harold Bince appeared nervous and irritable³, and he would have been more nervous and more irritable had he known that Jimmy had just learned the amount of the pay-check from Everett and that he had discovered that, although five men had been laid off and no new ones employed since the previous week, the payroll⁴ check was practically the same as before— approximately one thousand dollars more than his note-book indicated it should be.

 

“Phew!” whistled Jimmy. “These C.P.A.s are going to find this a more interesting job than they anticipated. Poor old Compton! I feel mighty⁵ sorry for him, but he had better find it out now than after that grafter⁶ has wrecked⁷ his business entirely⁸.”

 

That afternoon Mr. Compton left the office earlier than usual, complaining of a headache, and the next morning his daughter telephoned that he was ill and would not come to the office that day. During the morning as Bince was walking through the shop he stopped to talk with Krovac.

 

Pete Krovac was a rat-faced little foreigner, looked upon among the men as a trouble-maker. He nursed a perpetual grievance⁹ against his employer and his job, and whenever the opportunity presented, and sometimes when it did not present itself, he endeavored to

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