Transcriber’s note: This story was published in If: Worlds of Science Fiction, September 1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. [36] [ 36 ] Illustrated by Ed Emsh CONFIDENCE GAME Cutter demanded more and more and more efficiency—and got it! But, as in anything, enough is enough, and too much is … By JAMES McKIMMEY, JR. [37]George H. Cutter wheeled his big convertible into his reserved space in the Company parking lot with a flourish. A bright California sun drove its early brightness down on him as he strode toward the square, four-story brick building which said Cutter Products, Inc. over its front door. A two-ton truck was grinding backward, toward the loading doors, the thick-shouldered driver craning his neck. Cutter moved briskly forward, a thick-shouldered man himself, though not very tall. A glint of light appeared in his eyes, as he saw Kurt, the truck driver, fitting the truck's rear end into the tight opening. [ 37 ] G eorge H. Cutter “Get that junk out of the way!” he yelled, and his voice roared over the noise of the truck's engine.
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