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He
marched
solemnly
on
and
Clyde
sensed
once
more
that
this
man
was
not
looking
upon
him
as
an
ordinary
employee
by
any
means
.
His
MR.
Griffiths
,
his
supposition
to
the
effect
that
Clyde
was
to
learn
all
about
the
manufacturing
end
of
the
business
,
as
well
as
his
condescension
in
explaining
about
these
webs
of
cloth
,
had
already
convinced
Clyde
that
he
was
looked
upon
as
one
to
whom
some
slight
homage
at
least
must
be
paid
.
He
followed
Mr.
Whiggam
,
curious
as
to
the
significance
of
this
,
and
soon
found
himself
in
an
enormous
basement
which
had
been
reached
by
descending
a
flight
of
steps
at
the
end
of
a
third
hall
.
Here
,
by
the
help
of
four
long
rows
of
incandescent
lamps
,
he
discerned
row
after
row
of
porcelain
tubs
or
troughs
,
lengthwise
of
the
room
,
and
end
to
end
,
which
reached
from
one
exterior
wall
to
the
other
.
And
in
these
,
under
steaming
hot
water
apparently
,
were
any
quantity
of
those
same
webs
he
had
just
seen
upstairs
,
soaking
.
And
near-by
,
north
and
south
of
these
tubs
,
and
paralleling
them
for
the
length
of
this
room
,
all
of
a
hundred
and
fifty
feet
in
length
,
were
enormous
drying
racks
or
moving
skeleton
platforms
,
boxed
,
top
and
bottom
and
sides
,
with
hot
steam
pipes
,
between
which
on
rolls
,
but
festooned
in
such
a
fashion
as
to
take
advantage
of
these
pipes
,
above
,
below
and
on
either
side
,
were
more
of
these
webs
,
but
unwound
and
wet
and
draped
as
described
,
yet
moving
along
slowly
on
these
rolls
from
the
east
end
of
the
room
to
the
west
.
This
movement
,
as
Clyde
could
see
,
was
accompanied
by
an
enormous
rattle
and
clatter
of
ratchet
arms
which
automatically
shook
and
moved
these
lengths
of
cloth
forward
from
east
to
west
.
And
as
they
moved
they
dried
,
and
were
then
automatically
re-wound
at
the
west
end
of
these
racks
into
bolt
form
once
more
upon
a
wooden
spool
and
then
lifted
off
by
a
youth
whose
duty
it
was
to
"
take
"
from
these
moving
platforms
.
One
youth
,
as
Clyde
saw
,
"
took
"
from
two
of
these
tracks
at
the
west
end
,
while
at
the
east
end
another
youth
of
about
his
own
years
"
fed
.
"
That
is
,
he
took
bolts
of
this
now
partially
shrunk
yet
still
wet
cloth
and
attaching
one
end
of
it
to
some
moving
hooks
,
saw
that
it
slowly
and
properly
unwound
and
fed
itself
over
the
drying
racks
for
the
entire
length
of
these
tracks
.
As
fast
as
it
had
gone
the
way
of
all
webs
,
another
was
attached
.
Between
each
two
rows
of
tubs
in
the
center
of
the
room
were
enormous
whirling
separators
or
dryers
,
into
which
these
webs
of
cloth
,
as
they
came
from
the
tubs
in
which
they
had
been
shrinking
for
twenty-four
hours
,
were
piled
and
as
much
water
as
possible
centrifugally
extracted
before
they
were
spread
out
on
the
drying
racks
.
Primarily
little
more
than
this
mere
physical
aspect
of
the
room
was
grasped
by
Clyde
--
its
noise
,
its
heat
,
its
steam
,
the
energy
with
which
a
dozen
men
and
boys
were
busying
themselves
with
various
processes
.
They
were
,
without
exception
,
clothed
only
in
armless
undershirts
,
a
pair
of
old
trousers
belted
in
at
the
waist
,
and
with
canvas-topped
and
rubber-soled
sneakers
on
their
bare
feet
.
The
water
and
the
general
dampness
and
the
heat
of
the
room
seemed
obviously
to
necessitate
some
such
dressing
as
this
.
"
This
is
the
shrinking
room
,
"
observed
Mr.
Whiggam
,
as
they
entered
.
"
It
is
n't
as
nice
as
some
of
the
others
,
but
it
's
where
the
manufacturing
process
begins
.
Kemerer
!
"
he
called
.
A
short
,
stocky
,
full-chested
man
,
with
a
pate
,
full
face
and
white
,
strong-looking
arms
,
dressed
in
a
pair
of
dirty
and
wrinkled
trousers
and
an
armless
flannel
shirt
,
now
appeared
.
Like
Whiggam
in
the
presence
of
Gilbert
,
he
appeared
to
be
very
much
overawed
in
the
presence
of
Whiggam
.
"
This
is
Clyde
Griffiths
,
the
cousin
of
Gilbert
Griffiths
.
I
spoke
to
you
about
him
last
week
,
you
remember
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
