find maybe another thousand miles or so that's about
this bad."
"Don't bother," Eddie said.
That was Eddie's productive work during the morning. With traffic and
two sections of street torn up by the water people, he did not get
back to his office until just before lunch. He listened to the Stock
Market reports while he drove.
He learned that spiraling costs had retarded the modernization program
of General Electronics and much of their present equipment was
obsolete in terms of current price factors. He was also told to
anticipate that declining sales would lead to declining production,
thereby perpetuating an unfortunate cycle. And finally he was warned
that General Electronics was an example of the pitfalls involved in
investing in the so-called High Growth stocks.
Eddie turned off the radio in the parking lot as the closing
Dow-Jones' report was starting.
During lunch, he succeeded in reading two articles in a six-week-old
issue of _Electrical World_, the only one of the dozen technical
journals he found time for now.
At 12:35 word filtered into the department that one of the maintenance
crew, Ramon Lopez, had been killed. A forty-foot ladder broke while
atop it Lopez was hosing down a pothead, and he was driven backward
into the concrete pavement by the high-pressure water.
Eddie tried to identify the man. The name was distantly familiar but
there was no face to go with it. Finally the face came. He smoked two
cigarettes in succession. He stubbed the last one out angrily.
"That was a tough one," his supervisor, Forester, said, sitting on the
side of Eddie's desk. Normally exuberant, he was left melancholy and
distracted by the accident. "You know the guy?"
"To speak to."
"Good man."
"After I thought about it a little bit," Eddie said, "I remembered he
was transferring tomorrow. Something like this brings a man up short,
doesn't it?"
"A hell of a shame. Just a hell of a shame."
They were silent for a minute.
"How was the market this morning?" Forester asked.
"Up again. I didn't catch the closing averages."
"I guess that makes a new high."
"Third straight day," Eddie said.
"Hell of a shame," Forester said.
"Yeah, Lopez was a nice guy."
"Well...." Forester's voice trailed off in embarrassment.
"Yeah, well...."
"I wanted to remind you about the budget meeting."
Eddie glanced at his watch. "Hour and a half?"
"Yeah. You know, I feel like ... never mind. What about
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