‘The Executive Offices,’ commanded the Sorcerer. Then he explained to Raphael that Mechanico Limited was divided into two large groups, those that manufactured and those that sold what was manufactured, Go-Getters sold and Will-to-Powers produced.
‘Oh,’ said Raphael. Cassandra did not bother to listen.
CASSANDRA SKIPPED GAYLY ALONG BESIDE RAPHAEL WHO TRIED TO KEEP STEP WITH MECHANUS
In the meantime the elevator flew to the top of the building thirty stories high and returned twenty-nine. The elevator man opened the door and pointed to the right, ‘First door on your left.’
They stepped out. Before them stretched a corridor of doors with pearl-gray glass panels which bore the words Millions Ltd in raised gilt letters, while below it was traced the slogan, The Go-Getter Gets. Raphael wondered what the Go-Getter got, but the Sorcerer had opened the door and they walked in.
As they entered, a hundred mechanical clerks seated before a hundred flat-topped desks whirled in a hundred revolving chairs and stared at them and then whirled back again. Goodness, thought Raphael, they must do a lot of business. For on each desk were ten shiny black telephones.
‘Wait here a moment,’ said the Sorcerer, and disappeared behind a door marked Private.
‘Please,’ said Raphael to one of the nearest clerks, ‘what are you doing?’
‘I’m figuring production and sales.’