[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Unknown Worlds April 1943. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] It was five o'clock. The girls were getting ready to go home and the city salesmen were beginning to come trooping in. Mr. J. C. Chisholm, sales manager of the Pinnacle Office & Household Appliance Corp., folded his pudgy hands across his ample middle and sat back in his chair to watch the daily ritual going on beyond the clear-glass partition that separated his office from the salesmen's room. A bland smile was on his pink face and a stranger might have said that he appe…
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