Yes, I'll let you know if
anything breaks. Goo'-by, dear."
Merton Gill hurried through a narrow corridor past offices where
typewriters clicked and burst from gloom into the dazzling light of
the Holden lot. He paused on the steps to reassure himself that the
great adventure was genuine. There was the full stretch of
greensward of which only an edge had shown as he looked through the
gate. There were the vast yellow-brick, glass-topped structures of
which he had seen but the ends. And there was the street up which he
had looked for so many weeks, flanked by rows of offices and
dressing rooms, and lively with the passing of many people. He drew
a long breath and became calculating. He must see everything and see
it methodically. He even went now along the asphalt walk to the
corner of the office building from which he had issued for the
privilege of looking back at the gate through which he had so often
yearningly stared from across the street.
Now he was securely inside looking out. The watchman sat at the
gate, bent low over his paper. There was, it seemed, more than one
way to get by him.
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