“Thirteenth floor, if you please,” he said clearly and resonantly.
The door slid shut. The elevator rose. It stopped on the thirteenth floor.
“Well, Mr. Blake,” said the tall man. “This is a surprise. And what can we do for you?”
“How do you do, Mr. Tohu?” Blake said to him. “Or is it Bohu?” He turned to his tiny companion. “And you, Mr. Bohu—or, as the case may be, Tohu—I hope you are well? Good.”
He walked around the empty, airy offices for a little while and just looked. Even the partitions had been taken down. The three of them were alone, on the thirteenth floor.
“You have some business with us?” the tall man inquired.
“Of course he has business with us,” the tiny man told him crossly. “He has to have some sort of business with us. Only I wish he’d hurry up and get it over, whatever it is.”
Blake bowed. “Paragraph ten, Section three of your lease:…the tenant further agrees that such notice being duly given to the landlord, an authorized representative of the landlord, such as the resident agent if there is one on the property, shall have the privilege of examining the premises before they are vacated by the tenant for the purpose of making certain that they have been left in good order and condition by the tenant…”
“So that’s your business,” said the tall man thoughtfully.
“It had to be something like that,” said the tiny man. “Well, young fellow, you will please be quick about it.”