Life insurance -- Fiction; Life insurance agents -- Fiction; Short stories
When he finally reported for duty Murray gave him certain general
instructions, principal among which was this: “Never make a statement
that will require explanation or modification later. Any time you decide
that the proposition you are making is not good enough to stand squarely
on its merits, without exaggeration or deception, direct or inferential,
come into the office and resign. Any time you find yourself saying
anything that you yourself do not believe implicitly, it is time for you
to quit. When you have to explain what you really meant by some certain
statement, you are creating doubt and distrust, for the unadulterated
truth, of course, does not have to be explained.”
For a time Murray watched Mays rather closely—not in the expectation of
finding anything wrong, but rather with the idea of giving him helpful
suggestions—but the young man seemed to be unusually capable and
unusually successful for a beginner. He seemed to be working a
comparatively new field—a field that turned up no large policies but
that seemed to be prolific of small ones. This, however, was quite
natural. Every new man works first among those he happens to know, and
Mays was doing business with his old associates. In time, Murray ceased
to give him any particular attention, except to note the regularity with
which he turned in applications for small policies, and there probably
would have been no deviation from the customary routine had it not been
for an unexpected and apparently trivial incident.
An application for a small policy had come in through one of the other
solicitors. Mays happened to be in the office when the applicant called
for his physical examination, but they exchanged no greetings.
Apparently they were strangers. Yet Mays slipped out into the hall and
intercepted the other as he came from the doctor’s office. Murray,
emerging suddenly from his own room, saw them talking together and
caught this question and answer:
“Is it all right?”
“Of course. I’m a bully good risk, as you call it.”
Then, seeing Murray, they hastily separated and went their ways.
Now, why should a friend of Mays apply for insurance through another
solicitor? Well, he might have been ignorant, when he made his
application, of the fact that Mays was in the insurance business. But
why did they give no sign of recognition when they met in the main
office? It was quite natural that Mays should be anxious to learn how
his friend came out with the physician, but why should he sneak out into
the hall to ask the question?
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