CHAPTER VI
LARD
“ Is Mr. Bagsbury in ? “
The question was addressed to Jervis Curtin, who was sitting at his desk just outside the private office.
“ I think so,” he answered. “ Just go right through into the inner office. I fancy you’ll find him there.”
The visitor nodded, and, walking through the cashier’s private office, entered John Bagsbury’s sanctum and closed the door behind him.
“Who is he ? “ Curtin asked of a clerk who happened to be standing near his desk.
“ Don’t you know him ? That’s Pickering, William George Pickering, the soap man. You’ve heard of Pickering’s Diamond Soap, haven’t you ? Well, he’s the man. It’s pretty poor soap, I guess, but he got the scheme of making it in diamond-shaped cakes, and it caught right on. He’s richer’n the devil.”
The clerk thought Curt
