Standish’s eyes were round and guileless. “See any sea-serpents on your way over? I’ve heard there are such things.”
“Fact, though, I am. And you know it, too. I’m hoping it’s here.”
His friend shook his head. “Not here, Henry.”
“No?”
“No, and I’m sorry. I’d make you clean inkwells and say ‘sir,’ and you’d get to be almost as democratic as I am.... Haven’t you seen Archer?”
“Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Oh, just squeamish, I suppose. You sort of hate to think of the––cash end of it.”
“That’s right, too. But as long as you’re in the building, you’d better drop in there. From all the talk there is, you’ve picked up a mystery.”