Johnny Liddell walked down the corridor to the double glass door at the far end of the hall which bore the inscription Amalgamated Automobile Insurance Corporation. He pushed through the doors into the anteroom, walked up to the girl at the desk in the enclosed area.
Amalgamated Automobile Insurance Corporation“Andrew Reeves, please.”
The receptionist stopped pecking at the typewriter keys, turned a pair of incurious eyes on him. “May I have your name?”
“Johnny Liddell.”
The girl depressed the key on the intercom, relayed the information. She released the key, nodded to him.
“Mr. Reeves is expecting you, Mr. Liddell.” She got up from her chair, waited until Liddell had pulled open the gate. She turned, headed for an office diagonally across from her desk. “Will you walk this way, plea
