What if I made a mistake, and the "Searchlight" went astray, and good Mr.Dix remained unilluminated?
He had paid for the year--it would be dreadful to make a mistake.
Emboldened by my one success, I went into the next office without considering the kind of business announced on the door.

I tried brokers, lawyers, contractors, and all, just as they came around the corridor; but I copied no more addresses.

Most of the people were polite.

Some men waved me away, like C.Jenkins Smith.

Some looked impatient at first, but excused themselves politely in the end.