Y. Z. Co." Considering himself a
gentleman, and being touchy about such things, he was annoyed at this
manner of addressing him on a postcard. However he went to the Horseshoe
Building. Room 954 had a great many names on the door, names there
stated to be those of "attorneys," "syndicates," and "corporations,
limited." Among these names was that of the X. Y. Z. Co. Within, one
side of Room 954 was partitioned off into many little alcoves. An
antique, though youthfully dressed, typist, by the railing near the door,
showed our friend to the X. Y. Z. Co., who was seated at a bleak-looking
desk in one of the little alcoves. The alcove contained, besides the
"Co." (a little whiskered man, wearing his hat and overcoat) and the
desk, an empty waste basket, and one unoccupied chair.
It was a "demonstrator" that was wanted, on a commission basis, for a
fluid to cleanse silver. This alcove, it developed, was merely one of
many thousand branch offices of the "Co." scattered across the country.
The "Co's." "factory," he said, was over in New Jersey, a very large
affair.
Mr. Bivens, that is the name of the gentleman of whom I have just been
speaking, was invited, too, this time in a letter politely beginning "My
Dear Sir," to call at the offices of a moving-picture "corporation.
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