"He ain't even seen it.

Look! Look yonder!" Adams stared vaguely at the man's outstretched hand and pointing forefinger, then turned and saw a great sign upon the facade of the big factory building across the street.

The letters were large enough to be read two blocks away.
"AFTER THE FIFTEENTH OF NEXT MONTH THIS BUILDING WILL BE OCCUPIED BY THE J.A.LAMB LIQUID GLUE CO.

INC." A gray touring-car had just come to rest before the principal entrance of the building, and J.A.Lamb himself descended from it.

He glanced over toward the humble rival of his projected great industry, saw his old clerk, and immediately walked across the street and the lot to speak to him.
"Well, Adams," he said, in his husky, cheerful voice, "how's your glue-works ?" Adams uttered an inarticulate sound, and lifted the hand that held his hat as if to make a protective gesture, but failed to carry it out; and his arm sank limp at his side.