CHAPTER XI
THE LAMP OF ALADDIN
When Stuart reached Bivens's new offices in Wall Street he was amazed at their size and magnificence. The first impression was one of dazzling splendour. The huge reception hall was trimmed from floor to dome in onyx and gold. The draperies were a deep scarlet, with massive furniture and oriental rugs to match. A fountain with concealed electric lights adorned the centre.
Stuart nodded to a group of reporters waiting for the chance of a word with the great man.
A reporter ventured to give him some information.
"I'm afraid you're too late, not a chance to see him; look at 'em waiting."
He waved around the room at the crowd lounging about or gazing at the paintings.
"Looks like a full house, doesn't it?" Stuart answered casually.
"They've been here for hours. There's a senator of the United States, three members of the House of Representatives, the Ambassador of a European court, the Governor of a Chinese province, a Japanese Prince and a dozen big politicians from as many states, to say nothing of the small fry."