He was still standing there, absorbing the concept, when she and her colleagues bumped and clattered their way upstairs with mops, brooms, and metal pails.
There was a cough and the echo of a cough behind him. He turned. Mr. Tohu and Mr. Bohu bowed. Actually, they seemed to fold and unfold.
“For the lobby directory” said the tall man, giving Blake a white business card. “This is how we are to be listed.”
G. TOHU K. BOHU
Specialists in Intangibles
For the Trade
Blake struggled, licked his lips, fought his curiosity and lost. “What kind of intangibles?”
The tall man looked at the tiny man. The tiny man shrugged. “Soft ones,” he said.
They walked out.
Blake was positive he saw the tall man pick up the tiny man a moment before they stepped into the street. But he couldn’t see what he did with him. And then there was the tall man walking down the street all by himself.