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."Simon turned the oven on at its lowest and put his lunch away to keep warmwhile he read one of the copies of his prospective partner's composition.Hehad to admit that there was nothing slipshod about Irving Jardane.This was nosecond-class operator who would risk botching a good thing by skimping on somedetail, no matter how tiresome the chore might be.The "preliminary agreement"that he had drafted was well thought out, comprehensive, and painstakinglyphrased in the language of a man who had made some study of contracts: it hada competent and authentic ring that would have impressed even a genuinebusiness man.At the same time, perhaps even more skill-fully, it avoided anylegalistic hedging which might have seemed to conceal pitfalls and thus couldhave led to pro-longed argument."It seems very straightforward," said the Saint, and quickly signed all fourcopies.Mr Jardane countersigned one of them, gave it back, and put the other three inhis pocket.Then he produced a roll of currency and counted off thirtyhundred-dollar bills."That ought to make it legal enough for you," he re-marked, perhaps a triflesarcastically."Now, you've got my address in your copy of our agreement.Letme hear from you directly you've got Quigg's signature on a proper salescontract.An outright sale like that is simple enough that any local lawyercould write it.Get it done before he changes his mind or some men in whitecoats pick him up.And send me a notarized copy of his receipt for the moneyyou pay him before I go any further, I want to be sure you've made it legalwith him.""I'll get rolling right after lunch, Irving old chum," Simon promised him.He ate his meal with leisured enjoyment, and during the course of it hewatched Mr Jardane stuff the Cadillac with his impedimenta from the nextcottage and drive away.The Cadillac, he thought, had been a nice touchtoo there was no other car that conveyed such an air of solid affluence to thesucker type who forgot that all the best U-Drive outfits had them for rent bythe day for that very reason.He washed up tidily and then openly carried his fishing tackle out to his ownless ostentatious wagon.He was still wearing the morning's shabby butcomfortable fishing togs; and to anyone who might have been keeping watch onhim such as Mr Quigg he would only have looked as if he were preparing to weta line farther up or down the river that evening, not to remove himselfindefinitely from those parts.But beyond any dispute, he reasoned as he letPage 69 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmloff the handbrake and toed the accelerator, he was getting rolling.It hadalways given him a perversely puerile delight to look certain overconfidentindividuals squarely in the eye and tell them a literal truth which they wereincapable of appreciat-ing.He was pleased to think that he had beenespecially scrupulous throughout this episode.A more conventional courtesy, however, obliged him to stop at the camp officeon his way out."I'm on my way, Ben," he told the proprietor."I know I'm paid up through nextweekend, but forget it, with my compliments.Maybe I'll take it out on younext time I stop here.""There may not be another time," said the other glumly."If that new highwaygoes through as it's supposed to, we mightn't be here next year.It's only aquestion of time, any-way.What's the matter? Is anything wrong?""Everything is gorgeously perfect," said the Saint."I've had a wonderfuloldfashioned workout, and there's nothing I like better.Aside from lettingyou know you've, got an unexpected vacancy, I wanted to thank you for keepingquiet about my real name.I hope you didn't have to tell too many lies aboutSebastian Tombs.That really is a ridiculous name.""Mr Quigg did ask me a few questions, but I told him I didn't know anyanswers.You must have made a big hit with him.""He may be disillusioned next time you talk to him.And if he is, please lethim in on my secret.The same goes for a white-haired slob with a hiredCadillac, using the name of Irving Jardane and claiming to be the head man ofTransamerican Transport.If I may drop a friendly flea in your ear, I'dsuggest that you didn't cash any of his checks, if he ever comes hereagain which may be unlikely."The owner frowned sharply."You're talking about Irv Jardane the fellow in the next cottage to yours?""None other.A postgraduate psychologist, although maybe not quite so smoothas Brother Quigg.""I don't quite get you, but I know he can be pretty gruff at times ""What else do you know about him aside from what he wrote on the card when heregistered?"The proprietor blinked in a shocked but rather puzzled way."He was a classmate of mine in college.Worked his own way through the realhard-driving kind.I watched him start with one truck that he drove himself,and build up that Transamerican Transport System, while I was in business inPortland [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."Simon turned the oven on at its lowest and put his lunch away to keep warmwhile he read one of the copies of his prospective partner's composition.Hehad to admit that there was nothing slipshod about Irving Jardane.This was nosecond-class operator who would risk botching a good thing by skimping on somedetail, no matter how tiresome the chore might be.The "preliminary agreement"that he had drafted was well thought out, comprehensive, and painstakinglyphrased in the language of a man who had made some study of contracts: it hada competent and authentic ring that would have impressed even a genuinebusiness man.At the same time, perhaps even more skill-fully, it avoided anylegalistic hedging which might have seemed to conceal pitfalls and thus couldhave led to pro-longed argument."It seems very straightforward," said the Saint, and quickly signed all fourcopies.Mr Jardane countersigned one of them, gave it back, and put the other three inhis pocket.Then he produced a roll of currency and counted off thirtyhundred-dollar bills."That ought to make it legal enough for you," he re-marked, perhaps a triflesarcastically."Now, you've got my address in your copy of our agreement.Letme hear from you directly you've got Quigg's signature on a proper salescontract.An outright sale like that is simple enough that any local lawyercould write it.Get it done before he changes his mind or some men in whitecoats pick him up.And send me a notarized copy of his receipt for the moneyyou pay him before I go any further, I want to be sure you've made it legalwith him.""I'll get rolling right after lunch, Irving old chum," Simon promised him.He ate his meal with leisured enjoyment, and during the course of it hewatched Mr Jardane stuff the Cadillac with his impedimenta from the nextcottage and drive away.The Cadillac, he thought, had been a nice touchtoo there was no other car that conveyed such an air of solid affluence to thesucker type who forgot that all the best U-Drive outfits had them for rent bythe day for that very reason.He washed up tidily and then openly carried his fishing tackle out to his ownless ostentatious wagon.He was still wearing the morning's shabby butcomfortable fishing togs; and to anyone who might have been keeping watch onhim such as Mr Quigg he would only have looked as if he were preparing to weta line farther up or down the river that evening, not to remove himselfindefinitely from those parts.But beyond any dispute, he reasoned as he letPage 69 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmloff the handbrake and toed the accelerator, he was getting rolling.It hadalways given him a perversely puerile delight to look certain overconfidentindividuals squarely in the eye and tell them a literal truth which they wereincapable of appreciat-ing.He was pleased to think that he had beenespecially scrupulous throughout this episode.A more conventional courtesy, however, obliged him to stop at the camp officeon his way out."I'm on my way, Ben," he told the proprietor."I know I'm paid up through nextweekend, but forget it, with my compliments.Maybe I'll take it out on younext time I stop here.""There may not be another time," said the other glumly."If that new highwaygoes through as it's supposed to, we mightn't be here next year.It's only aquestion of time, any-way.What's the matter? Is anything wrong?""Everything is gorgeously perfect," said the Saint."I've had a wonderfuloldfashioned workout, and there's nothing I like better.Aside from lettingyou know you've, got an unexpected vacancy, I wanted to thank you for keepingquiet about my real name.I hope you didn't have to tell too many lies aboutSebastian Tombs.That really is a ridiculous name.""Mr Quigg did ask me a few questions, but I told him I didn't know anyanswers.You must have made a big hit with him.""He may be disillusioned next time you talk to him.And if he is, please lethim in on my secret.The same goes for a white-haired slob with a hiredCadillac, using the name of Irving Jardane and claiming to be the head man ofTransamerican Transport.If I may drop a friendly flea in your ear, I'dsuggest that you didn't cash any of his checks, if he ever comes hereagain which may be unlikely."The owner frowned sharply."You're talking about Irv Jardane the fellow in the next cottage to yours?""None other.A postgraduate psychologist, although maybe not quite so smoothas Brother Quigg.""I don't quite get you, but I know he can be pretty gruff at times ""What else do you know about him aside from what he wrote on the card when heregistered?"The proprietor blinked in a shocked but rather puzzled way."He was a classmate of mine in college.Worked his own way through the realhard-driving kind.I watched him start with one truck that he drove himself,and build up that Transamerican Transport System, while I was in business inPortland [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]