“The room is on the third floor,” Strong said. “There is someone in it now. That beggar has just been up there; he has been watching the house all morning, so that he could keep me in touch.
“Suppose, Ted, you go up and sell your papers. Go to every office. When you reach Room 318, size it up as well as you can. See what you can of 316 and 320 also.”
“All our work and our preparations have 48 been from 418,” Walker added. “Our friends are there.”
“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 49 to 318 as the entrance. On the glass of that door he saw a sign which read:
NOVELTIES AND TOYS
A. CHRISTENSEN