"
The general manager was, to put it mildly, astonished. He was a mighty
man of valour himself, so mighty that his yearly salary would have been
to the average American citizen a small fortune. The office was one to
fill which similar houses had often scoured the country without avail.
Other business owners had been forced to remain at the helm long after
health and happiness demanded retirement. Among these, Henderson was
held to be so competent a man that Matthew Kendrick was considered
incredibly lucky to keep his hold upon him.
To Matthew Kendrick's grandson Henderson put a number of pertinent
inquiries concerning the store in question which Richard found he could
not intelligently answer. He flushed a little under the fire.
"I suppose you think I might have investigated a bit for myself," said
he. "But that's just what I don't want to do. I want to send a man up
there whom the owner doesn't know; then we can get at things without
giving ourselves away."
The general manager inferred from this that philanthropy, not business
interest, was at the bottom of young Kendrick's quest and his surprise
vanished.
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