6/14 Door after door they passed, all numbered on the ground-glass panes, then swung to the right, where the darky bowed him into a big, handsomely furnished room flooded with the morning sun. A tall, gray man, faultlessly dressed in a gray frock suit and wearing white spats, turned from the breezy, open window to inspect him; the lean, well groomed, rather lank type of gentleman suggesting a retired colonel of cavalry; unmistakably well bred from the ends of his drooping gray mustache to the last button on his immaculate spats. Young Harren drew from his pocket a card. It was the business card of Keen & Co., and, glancing up at Mr.Keen, he read it aloud, carefully: KEEN & CO. are prepared to locate the whereabouts of anybody on earth. |