A curious sense of impending good fortune left him pleasantly tranquil; he picked up, from the silver tray on the table at his elbow, one of the firm's business cards, and scanned it with interest: KEEN & CO.
TRACERS OF LOST PERSONS _Keen & Co.

are prepared to locate the whereabouts of anybody on earth.

No charges will be made unless the person searched for is found._ _Blanks on application._ WESTREL KEEN, _Manager_.
"Mistuh Keen will see you, suh," came a persuasive voice at his elbow; and he rose and followed the softly moving colored servant out of the room, through a labyrinth of demure young women at their typewriters, then sharply to the right and into a big, handsomely furnished office, where a sleepy-looking elderly gentleman rose from an armchair and bowed.

There could not be the slightest doubt that he _was_ a gentleman; every movement, every sound he uttered, settled the fact.
"Mr.Keen ?" "Mr.Gatewood ?"--with a quiet certainty which had its charm.

"This is very good of you." Gatewood sat down and looked at his host.