Boy, you've
landed a whale!" And the Mayor whistled softly in his amazement and
delight. "By golly, to think of you getting in with that bunch!
Tremendyous! Per-fect-ly tree-mend-yous! Did Ogilvy say anything
about future business?"
"He did. Said if I proved satisfactory, he would probably take me on
and pay the customary retainer given all of their corporation
attorneys."
"Well, by golly, he'd better take you on! I had a notion that chap
Ogilvy was smart enough to know which side his bread is buttered on
and who does the buttering."
"If I could guarantee Mr. Ogilvy that temporary franchise mentioned
in his telegram, it might help me to get in right with J.P.M, at the
start," his hopeful suggested. "I guess it would be kind of poor to
be taken on as one of the regular staff of attorneys for a Morgan
corporation, eh? Say, they pay those chaps as high as fifty thousand
dollars a year retainer!"
"Guarantee it!" his father shouted. "Guarantee it! Well, I should
snicker! We'll just show J. P. M. and his crowd that they made no
mistake when they picked you as their Sequoia legal representative.
I'll call a special meeting of that little old city council of mine
and jam that temporary franchise through while you'd be saying 'Jack
Robinson!'"
"I'll tell you what let's do," Henry suggested.
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