Paper doll [antikvár]

Loudon Tripp, wearing a seersucker suit and a Harvard tie, sat in my oSice on a very nice day in September and told me he'd looked into my background and might hire me."Oh boy," I said."You've had some college," Tripp said. He was maybe fifty, a tall angular man with a red face. He held a typewritten sheet of paper in his hand, reading it through half glasses."No harm to it," I said. "I thought I was going to do something else.""I went to Harvard. You played football in college."I nodded. He didn't care if I nodded or not. But I liked to."You were a prizefighter."Nod."You fought in Korea. Were you an officer?""No.""Too bad. After that you were a policeman."Nod."This presents a small problem; you were dismissed. Could you comment, please, on that.""I am trustworthy, loyal, and helpful. But I struggle with obedient"Tripp smiled faintly. "I'm not k>oking for a boy scout," he said.9