IV.
So that is how Earl Johnson happens to have the barber shop in the Hertzog Building. It is a cheerful shop, bright and modern; probably the most prosperous shop in town, although a large number of the clients insist on Earl’s personal attentions. Earl is constitutionally a happy and a sociable man; eventually he will marry again. He knows his staff and sticks to it, and that is not the least important or least creditable thing that can be said about him.
Once in a while he plays the horses on tips that he gets from the paper the shop subscribes to.
“All right, sir,” he says, “in twenty minutes then. I’ll wait for you, Mr. Jadwin.”
And, then, back at his chair: “That’s Philip Jadwin. He’s a nice fellow. I got to admit I like nice people.”
The soul of a slave, says the Marxian. Anyh
