He liked the president, too--a stiffish old boy whom lately he had met around quite often at the Horse Show and such places and who seemed to eye his employee on such occasions with an oddly proprietary interest. If Archie had ever chanced to read of Benjamin Franklin's discovery that the way to propitiate the enemy is to ask a favor of him, he might have understood this personal interest on Mr. Moore's part. But he had quite forgotten that he had once committed the solecism of asking that gentleman what to wear to the Horse Show. Mr. Moore presently mentioned in the course of conversation that Smith, the sales manager of the varnish department, was about to leave the firm. "Gee! What for?" said Archie sympathetically. "Is he sick?" It did not occur to him that any one who had attained so exalted a position would willingly leave it except for mortal reasons. "He goes over to the Lidden people, who've offered him more money." "Why, but--He's been with us since he was a boy!" This comment pleased Mr. Moore. "Loyalty's as rare in business as elsewhere, Blair. I'm not sorry to let him go. He hasn't done what I hoped he would do to put that new polish of ours on the market. Rather fallen down there." "It's a peach, too! One drop and your table-top shines like a reflector in the sun," murmured Archie perfunctorily, from sheer force of habit. A premonition had struck him of what was coming next. It came. "How would you like to take charge of that end yourself?" For a moment Archie was speechless. He, as sales manager!--He, one of the youngest men in the firm, put over the head of the good old boys who had taught him the business!--Very red as to the ears, he stammered something about lack of experience. "You've had a good deal of experience, Blair," said Mr. Moore. "You were a salesman, and a successful one, at the age of--eight, wasn't it? Or six? And then you've a sort of a knack of getting on with people. That's as useful in handling men as in handling sales. In fact, Smith says you're one of the best we've got. Shouldn't be surprised if he tried to take you over to Lidden's with him." "He needn't!" cried Archie hotly. "Then you'll take the job?" Archie's grin began to grow until it communicated itself to the president, to the interested stenographer, to the very clock on the wall behind him. "Like a mice!" he murmured cryptically at last; but Mr. Moore appeared to understand him.... It was perhaps fortunate that Ellen Neal was at home when he came bounding up the stairs that evening, or he might have burst with his tidings. As it was she thought he had been drinking, and began to prepare surreptitiously a good strong cup of black coffee. (She had had some experience with antidotes, had Ellen.)