The Small Back Room Page #3

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- Got any service personnel?

- Yes. A few.

I don't know how it's done.

Figures!

- Morning, Crowhurst.

- Morning, sir.

Morning, Mr. Rice, sir.

Mr. Waring's been agitating for you, sir.

Thank you, Sergeant Major.

Hello, Madeleine?

Hello, darling. Sammy's just got in.

No. No, it's hardly out of my way at all.

I'll get it. Yes, of course I will.

Till, will you stop that filthy row,

for Pete's sake. Hello, darling?

It's Till on that ghastly robot of his.

- There's an extraordinary thing here, Sammy.

- Really, darling?

- Has the Reeve's report come in yet?

- On your desk. Yes, darling.

Sammy.

- Yes?

- You know those penetration of armor plate figures that E.W.E. Sent us?

Yes.

Well, there's a positive correlation between

penetration and the height of each man firing.

Easy. The taller the man, the more rarefied

the atmosphere, and the less the air resistance.

- All right, darling.

- You think that might be it?

Would be if they hadn't all been lying down.

Oh, they were lying down, were they?

- Yes.

- Oh. How much do you want of it. Hmm?

- How on earth did you manage to get their heights anyway?

- Thought they might be interesting.

How do you spell it?

Spell it, darling.

Yes?

No, of course I've got time.

How was the Reeve's?

Oh, so-so.

Let's get the figures out, Tilly, and we'll see.

- I'd better have a complete analysis.

- Aha.

Sorry, darling. I must go now.

Tea's up. Bye.

Well, I'll be...

- What's the idea of the partition?

- Inner sanctum.

- "R.B. Waring" on the outer door. "State your

business to the secretary," et cetera.

- How'd he fiddle the permit?

- Don't ask me.

Is he inside?

With four telephones and furniture

to match and a third of my window.

Hmm.

Pretty mean.

Free for lunch?

- Busy day?

- You bet.

Not a moment has been wasted from

R.B. Waring's point of view.

- He'll be bagging a carpet next.

- He's got one.

Come in.

Oh, hello, Sammy. Want me?

No, but I've got to have you.

Well, you've gone very grand.

Well, I got fed up with

working off kitchen tables.

Look at the conditions you all

work under. It makes me wild.

Well, it was darn nice of you to get yourself

all this stuff for my sake... and Susan's.

Go on, you bitter old devil. You know

you don't care where you work, but the...

sales side has to impress people.

Our Sue will tell you that.

You'll be carrying an umbrella next.

You know, Sammy...

young Sue's a remarkable woman.

This is a beautiful job.

Beautiful.

But I need three copies at once.

One for the minister,

one to Professor Mair and one to me...

all marked "most secret,"and there's

a note to go with the minister's too.

As quick as you can.

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