Half an hour later he walked boldly into the big dry goods emporium.

He had no idea where the private office was, but his quick wits served him in this dilemma.

Laying his hands on an errand boy who was just passing out, whose cap bore the name of Marsh & Co., he said, carelessly: "Here, lad, take my coat up to the private office; I will follow you.

Go slowly, though, through the crowd of shoppers." With a respectful bow the boy took the coat from him.
It so happened that one of the rules of the house was that the employees must not use the elevators, and by the time Kendale had climbed the fourth flight of stairs he was thoroughly exhausted, the perspiration fairly streaming down his face.
"Don't you know enough to go by way of the elevator, you young idiot ?" he roared, almost gasping for breath.
"You forget it's against the rules for us to do so, Mr.Armstrong," returned the lad.
"Rules be hanged!" cried his companion.

"How many more floors up is it ?" The lad looked up into his face in the greatest amazement.