His companion made no comment, but resumed her reading of the advertisement before her: 

Wanted, an Efficiency Expert—­Machine works wants man capable of thoroughly reorganizing large business along modern lines, stopping leaks and systematizing every activity.  Call International Machine Company, West Superior Street.  Ask for Mr. Compton.

“What do you have to know to be an efficiency expert?” asked the girl.

“From what I saw of the bird I just mentioned the less one knows about anything the more successful he should be as an efficiency expert, for he certainly didn’t know anything.  And yet the results from kicking everybody in the plant out of his own particular rut eventually worked wonders for the organization.  If the man had had any sense, tact or diplomacy nothing would have been accomplished.”

“Why don’t you try it?” asked the girl.

Jimmy looked at her with a quizzical smile.  “Thank you,” he said.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it that way,” she cried.  “But from what you tell me I imagine that all a man needs is a front and plenty of punch.  You’ve got the front all right with your looks and gift of gab, and I leave it to Young Brophy if you haven’t got the punch.”

“Maybe that’s not the punch an efficiency expert needs,” suggested Jimmy.

“It might be a good thing to have up his sleeve,” replied the girl, and then suddenly, “do you believe in hunches?”

“Sometimes,” replied Jimmy.

“Well, this is a hunch, take it from me,” she continued.  “I’ll bet you can land that job and make good.”

“What makes you think so?” asked Jimmy.

“I don’t know,” she replied, “but you know what a woman’s intuition is.”

“I suppose,” said Jimmy, “that it’s the feminine of hunch.  But however good your hunch or intuition may be it would certainly get a terrible jolt if I presented myself to the head of the International Machine Company in this scenery.  Do you see anything about my clothes that indicates efficiency?”

“It isn’t your clothes that count, Jimmy,” she said, “it’s the combination of that face of yours and what you’ve got in your head.  You’re the most efficient looking person I ever saw, and if you want a reference I’ll say this much for you, you’re the most efficient waiter that Feinheimer ever had.  He said so himself, even after he canned you.”

“Your enthusiasm,” said Jimmy, “is contagious.  If it wasn’t for these sorry rags of mine I’d take a chance on that hunch of yours.”

The girl laid her hand impulsively upon his.

“Won’t you let me help you?” she asked.  “I’d like to, and it will only be a loan if you wanted to look at it that way.  Enough to get you a decent-looking outfit, such an outfit as you ought to have to land a good job.  I know, and everybody else knows, that clothes do count no matter what we say to the contrary.  I’ll bet you’re some looker when you’re dolled up!  Please,” she continued “just try it for a gamble?”