The safe side of a safe is the inside of a safe." So back by the water-front, where he spent a pleasant and interesting forenoon.

At one o'clock there were still no signs of Mitchell.

So Steve, Mahomet-like, sought his office.
The _mise-en-scene_ was admirable.

A well-littered desk, two 'phones, code-book, directory, typewriter, file-books, a busy bookkeeper, a fair stenographer--no detail was omitted.

Mitchell, pacing the floor, paused in his dictation to give him a cheerful greeting.
"Hello, Thompson--up already?
Just sit down till I'm through here, will you?
Most done.