“Yes,” Strong said, “take a look in there, even though you will meet Bronson a little later.”
A boy tried to sell his papers in the many offices. He canvassed each floor and in due time reached the fourth. He came to Room 418 and saw a sign on the glass reading as follows:
TERENCE McMAHON
INSURANCE AGENT AND ADJUSTER
MAIN OFFICE—OLIVER BUILDING
Russell Bronson, Br. Mgr.
He entered. “Want a paper?” he asked one of the men.
The man took one. Ted glanced about and then went out. He had some idea of the room. He noticed that three other doors seemed to belong to the same office, Rooms 422, 420 and 416.
He soon reached the third floor. He went through the same routine, just as carefully and matter-of-factedly, as he had done on the other floors. When he reached 320 he found the door locked and a hand pointing to 318 as the entrance. On the glass of that door he saw a sign which read:
NOVELTIES AND TOYS
A. CHRISTENSEN
Ted opened the door. A man was inside, his feet perched upon a desk and he was reading a German newspaper.