The Young Wireless Operator—With the U. S. Secret Service: Winning his way in the Secret ServiceTheiss, Lewis E. (Lewis Edwin)
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The Young Wireless Operator—With the U. S. Secret Service: Winning his way in the Secret Service
Theiss, Lewis E. (Lewis Edwin)
Radio -- Juvenile fiction; Secret service -- United States -- Juvenile fiction
Thereafter Willie got on excellently. In a few days’ time he felt
quite at home in his job. His duties were simple enough. They were
to do the ordinary tasks done by an ordinary office boy—to run
errands, to distribute the incoming mail, to post outgoing mail, to
wrap and unwrap packages, to look after the office supplies, such as
pens and ink, and so on. In particular he was to receive visitors at
the gate.
All the remainder of his tasks were so trivial for a boy of Willie’s
ability that Willie was inclined at first greatly to underrate his
job. For he did not at once comprehend the full importance, either
to himself or to his employer, of this matter of inquirers. Least of
all did he see at first what bearing it might have on his own
fortunes. Naturally cheerful and well-mannered, Willie tried to be
polite to every one who called. In that respect he was so different
from his predecessor that people who were familiar with the latter
at once noticed the change. Willie’s first understanding of what his
conduct might mean to him came when he unwittingly overheard a
conversation between his Chief and a stranger he had just conducted
to the Special Agent’s office.
“Billy,” the visitor was saying, “where did you get that new office
boy? He’s a peach. He was as courteous to me as though I were his
rich uncle. And he’s very intelligent. He understood at once why I
was here. When he found you could not see me right away, he came out
and expressed regret at the delay and handed me a magazine to read
while I waited. Then he went on about his work just as quietly and
industriously as could be. Wasn’t a bit fresh. Didn’t try to pick up
a conversation with me or anything. But he kept his eye on you, and
the instant you were free, he stepped to the doorway and waited for
your orders. Then he brought me in to you. And he didn’t say, ‘Mr.
King will see you now.’ Instead he said, ‘Won’t you please step in.
Mr. King is free now.’ He opened the gate and escorted me in
himself, giving my name to you as I entered. He’s a peach. I’m
minded to steal him from you.”
That was all Willie overheard. It was enough. It set him to
thinking. Evidently the man appreciated the fact that Willie had
tried to make him comfortable. If he had not over-heard this
conversation, Willie would never have given a thought to the
occurrence. He had not made any special effort to be nice to the
man. It was natural for Willie to treat people kindly. He had been
brought up that way.
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