This fellow--and there Johnny remembered that he did not know the name of his host, and that he had but a moment ago all but threatened to throw him down six flights of winding stairs built all of steel or marble or some hard fireproof substance that would make painful tobogganing.

He eyed askance the nameless one and was impressed anew by the absolute correctness of his attire.

He wondered that the fellow was not ashamed to be seen in public with him.
"My name, by the way, is Lowell.

Cliff Lowell." This was in the elevator.

"The desk clerk will tell you as much as any one need know about me, if you feel the need of credentials." The elevator halted, and the human automaton who operated it slid open the door.