Chapter XII In Hanlon’s OfficeIN an office building, away downtown, a little old lady stood in the lobby studying the great bulletin board of room numbers.
“Can I help you, ma’am?” asked the elevator starter, seeing her perplexity.
“I want Sykes and Barton, Scenic Sign Painters,” she said, positively enough; “but there are so many S’s, I can’t seem to find them!”
“All right, ma’am; here they are. Sixth floor, Room 614.”
“Thank you,” the old lady said, and entered the elevator he indicated.
She seemed preoccupied, and made no move to leave the car, until the elevator man spoke to her twice.
“This is the floor you want, lady,” he said. “Room 614. That way, just round that first corner.”
Miss Ames started off in the way he pointed, and stood for a moment in front of the door numbered 6
