Harse inclined his head and strode into the elevator. Mooney sighed.
"There's a gentleman to see you, Mr. Mooney," the desk clerk said civilly.
Mooney swallowed. "A—a gentleman? To see me?"
The clerk nodded toward the writing room. "In there, sir. A gentleman who says he knows you."
Mooney pursed his lips.
In the writing room? Well, that was an advantage. The writing room was off the main lobby; it would give Mooney a chance to peek in before whoever it was could see him. He approached the entrance cautiously....
"Howard!" cried an accusing familiar voice behind him.
Mooney turned. A small man with curly red hair was coming out of a door, marked "Men."
"Why—why, Uncle Lester!" said Mooney. "What a p-pleasant surprise!"
Lester, all of five feet tall, wispy red hair surrounding his red plump face, looked up at him belligerently.