"I'm selling for a big concern," he said, "and I've got a first-class
article to carry. Up to date, you know, and all that. It's the top notch
of typewriting machines, the Delkoff. Ever seen it? Here's my card,"
taking a card from an inside pocket and handing it to him. It was
inscribed:
J. BURRIDGE & SON,
DELKOFF TYPEWRITER CO.
BROADWAY, NEW YORK. G. SELDEN.
"That's my name," he said, pointing to the inscription in the corner.
"I'm G. Selden, the junior assistant of Mr. Jones."
At the sight of the insignia of his trade, his holiday air dropped from
him, and he hastily drew from another pocket an illustrated catalogue.
"If you use a typewriter," he broke forth, "I can assure you it would
be to your interest to look at this." And as Mount Dunstan took the
proffered pamphlet, and with amiable gravity opened it, he rapidly
poured forth his salesman's patter, scarcely pausing to take his breath:
"It's the most up-to-date machine on the market. It has all the latest
improved mechanical appliances. You will see from the cut in the
catalogue that the platen roller is easily removed without a long
mechanical operation. All you do is to slip two pins back and off comes
the roller.
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