And that was how I went into business, with an office on the 22nd floor of the Marie Building, downtown. On the office door were the gold-leaf letters: “Adam Link, Incorporated.” Jack’s idea, of course.
He also arranged my advertising, and gave me free publicity in his paper. And so, soon, I was “making a living” although that thought is rather incongruous to me. My purpose is not to do the best for myself, but to do my best for others.
Within a month, people flocked for my services. Chemists came to me with knotty reactions, on paper. I straightened them out, on paper. Often I failed. But more often I helped. Every industry in the city sought me out, on problems ranging anywhere from proper factory lighting to the intricacies of subatomic researches. I worked mainly with formulae, using
