MR. SMEETH IS REASSURED 103

uvj've got to get a move on. We've got to pile up the
orders now—make hay while the sun shines. We want
another man for London and district, soon as we can get
one. And one that's alive, too, not like that dreary old
devil I booted out the first day. You might as well send
the dustbin round looking for orders. There ought to
be three of us, me, Dersingham, and this other man,
whoever he is, doing London and neighbourhood
these next few months. Rush 'em. That's the way,
isn't it?"

Mr. Smeeth, taking out his cigar and trying to look
keen and aggressive, said it was.

"I'll tell you what I believe in/' Mr. Golspie con-
tinued, not troubling to lower his voice, or rather to
moderate it, for it was low enough, "I believe in work-
ing like hell and in playing like hell. If you're going
to work, for God's sake—work. And if you're going to
enjoy yourself, well, for the love of Mike, enjoy your-
self, get on with it."

At this point, Mr. Smeeth started back, for suddenly
a head, a large head wearing a very dirty cap, but only
.about the height of his shoulder, stuck itself between
him and Mr. Golspie. 'That's all very well, gents/' it
said, with an impudent whine, "but what if yer can't
get work, Jow yer goin' ter enjoy yerself then, eh?
Wotcher goin' ter do then, eh?"

"There's one thing you can do/' said Mr. Golspie
promptly.

"Wha's that?"

"You can mind your own bloody business," said Mr.
Golspie, pushing his face out in a most intimidating and
disagreeable fashion. The intruder shrank back at once.
"Here y'are/' Mr. Golspie said, in a milder, contemp-