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As
Clyde
stood
,
gazing
about
the
lobby
,
he
saw
a
large
company
of
people
--
some
women
and
children
,
but
principally
men
as
he
could
see
--
either
walking
or
standing
about
and
talking
or
idling
in
the
chairs
,
side
by
side
or
alone
.
And
in
heavily
draped
and
richly
furnished
alcoves
where
were
writing-tables
,
newspaper
files
,
a
telegraph
office
,
a
haberdasher
's
shop
,
and
a
florist
's
stand
,
were
other
groups
.
There
was
a
convention
of
dentists
in
the
city
,
not
a
few
of
whom
,
with
their
wives
and
children
,
were
gathered
here
;
but
to
Clyde
,
who
was
not
aware
of
this
nor
of
the
methods
and
meanings
of
conventions
,
this
was
the
ordinary
,
everyday
appearance
of
this
hotel
.
He
gazed
about
in
awe
and
amazement
,
then
remembering
the
name
of
Squires
,
he
began
to
look
for
him
in
his
office
"
under
the
stairs
.
"
To
his
right
was
a
grand
double-winged
black-and-white
staircase
which
swung
in
two
separate
flights
and
with
wide
,
generous
curves
from
the
main
floor
to
the
one
above
.
And
between
these
great
flights
was
evidently
the
office
of
the
hotel
,
for
there
were
many
clerks
there
.
But
behind
the
nearest
flight
,
and
close
to
the
wall
through
which
he
had
come
,
was
a
tall
desk
,
at
which
stood
a
young
man
of
about
his
own
age
in
a
maroon
uniform
bright
with
many
brass
buttons
.
And
on
his
head
was
a
small
,
round
,
pill-box
cap
,
which
was
cocked
jauntily
over
one
ear
.
He
was
busy
making
entries
with
a
lead
pencil
in
a
book
which
lay
open
before
him
.
Various
other
boys
about
his
own
age
,
and
uniformed
as
he
was
,
were
seated
upon
a
long
bench
near
him
,
or
were
to
be
seen
darting
here
and
there
,
sometimes
,
returning
to
this
one
with
a
slip
of
paper
or
a
key
or
note
of
some
kind
,
and
then
seating
themselves
upon
the
bench
to
await
another
call
apparently
,
which
seemed
to
come
swiftly
enough
.
A
telephone
upon
the
small
desk
at
which
stood
the
uniformed
youth
was
almost
constantly
buzzing
,
and
after
ascertaining
what
was
wanted
,
this
youth
struck
a
small
bell
before
him
,
or
called
"
front
,
"
to
which
the
first
boy
on
the
bench
,
responded
.
Once
called
,
they
went
hurrying
up
one
or
the
other
stairs
or
toward
one
of
the
several
entrances
or
elevators
,
and
almost
invariably
were
to
be
seen
escorting
individuals
whose
bags
and
suitcases
and
overcoats
and
golf
sticks
they
carried
.
There
were
others
who
disappeared
and
returned
,
carrying
drinks
on
trays
or
some
package
or
other
,
which
they
were
taking
to
one
of
the
rooms
above
.
Plainly
this
was
the
work
that
he
should
be
called
upon
to
do
,
assuming
that
he
would
be
so
fortunate
as
to
connect
himself
with
such
an
institution
as
this
.
And
it
was
all
so
brisk
and
enlivening
that
he
wished
that
he
might
be
so
fortunate
as
to
secure
a
position
here
.
But
would
he
be
?
And
where
was
Mr.
Squires
?
He
approached
the
youth
at
the
small
desk
:
"
Do
you
know
where
I
will
find
Mr.
Squires
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Here
he
comes
now
,
"
replied
the
youth
,
looking
up
and
examining
Clyde
with
keen
,
gray
eyes
.
Clyde
gazed
in
the
direction
indicated
,
and
saw
approaching
a
brisk
and
dapper
and
decidedly
sophisticated-looking
person
of
perhaps
twenty-nine
or
thirty
years
of
age
.
He
was
so
very
slender
,
keen
,
hatchet-faced
and
well-dressed
that
Clyde
was
not
only
impressed
but
overawed
at
once
--
a
very
shrewd
and
cunning-looking
person
.
His
nose
was
so
long
and
thin
,
his
eyes
so
sharp
,
his
lips
thin
,
and
chin
pointed
.
"
Did
you
see
that
tall
,
gray-haired
man
with
the
Scotch
plaid
shawl
who
went
through
here
just
now
?
"
he
paused
to
say
to
his
assistant
at
the
desk
.
The
assistant
nodded
.
"
Well
,
they
tell
me
that
's
the
Earl
of
Landreil
.
He
just
came
in
this
morning
with
fourteen
trunks
and
four
servants
.
Can
you
beat
it
!
He
's
somebody
in
Scotland
.
That
is
n't
the
name
he
travels
under
,
though
,
I
hear
.
He
's
registered
as
Mr.
Blunt
.
Can
you
beat
that
English
stuff
?
They
can
certainly
lay
on
the
class
,
eh
?
"
"
You
said
it
!
"
replied
his
assistant
deferentially
.
He
turned
for
the
first
time
,
glimpsing
Clyde
,
but
paying
no
attention
to
him
.
His
assistant
came
to
Clyde
's
aid
.
"
That
young
fella
there
is
waiting
to
see
you
,
"
he
explained
.
