One of the listeners was a man who came bearing a pair of shoes.  Usial Britt took them from the man’s hand.  “You can have ’em to-morrow night.”

“But there’s only a little patch needed—­”

“To-morrow night, I said.  I’ve got other business for to-day.”  He went into the house and slammed the door.

The Prophet set his umbrella over his head and went away on the trail of Egypt’s Pharaoh.

CHAPTER III

MORE COLLECTIONS

There was a door in the middle of the facade of the low brick building; there were two windows on either side of the door.  On the left-hand windows was painted in black letters, “Egypt Trust Company.”  On the right-hand windows was painted, “T.  Britt.”  There was no legend to indicate what the business of T. Britt might be.  None was required.  The mere name carried full information for all Egypt.

Mr. Britt glanced in at the left-hand windows as he approached the door.  Cashier Frank Vaniman was sweeping out.

When President Britt of the new Egypt Trust company went down to a business college in the city in search of a cashier, he quizzed candidates in quest of what he termed “foolish notions.”  Young Mr. Vaniman, who had supported himself ever since he was fourteen years old, and had done about everything in the ten years since then in the way of work, grabbing weeks or months for his schooling when he had a bit of money ahead, passed the test very well, according to Mr. Britt’s notion.  Young Mr. Vaniman had secured a business education piecemeal, and was a bit late in getting it, but Mr. Britt promptly perceived that the young man had not been hung up by stupidity or sloth.  So he hired Vaniman, finding him a strapping chap without foolish notions.

Vaniman was cashier, receiving teller, paying teller, swept out, tended the furnace, and kept the books of the bank until Britt hired Vona Harnden for that job.  Vona had been teaching school to help out her folks, in the prevailing Egyptian famine in finance.

But folks stopped paying taxes, and the town orders by the school committee on the treasurer were not honored; therefore, Vona gratefully took a place in the bank when Mr. Britt called her into his office one day and offered the job to her.  He said that the work was getting to be too much for Frank.  That consideration for hired help impressed Miss Harnden and she smiled very sweetly indeed, and Mr. Britt beamed back at her in a fashion that entirely disarranged for the rest of the day the set look that he creased into his features before his mirror every morning.  Several clients took advantage of his blandness and renewed notes without paying the premium that Britt exacted when he loaned his own money as a private venture.

President Britt entered the door, but he did not go into the bank at once.  He marched along the corridor and unlocked his office and toasted himself over the furnace register while he finished his cigar; Vaniman was a good fireman and was always down early.  Mr. Britt kept his ear cocked; he knew well the tap of certain brisk boot heels that sounded in the corridor every morning and he timed his movements accordingly.