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striding out of the elevators accompanied by a tall young man in evening clothes who wore pince-nez glasses.
    There was nothing about Kirk to suggest the young millionaire man-about-town, owner of The Mandarin Press, socially one of New York’s most desirable young bachelors. He was dressed in a dowdy tweed suit; his topcoat was unpressed; there was an ink-smudge on one of his thin nostrils; his shoulders drooped; and his hat was a shapeless felt crushed into one of his topcoat pockets. He looked harassed as no young millionaire is popularly supposed to look, and he was smoking a pipe which made Mrs. Shane sniff with disdain.
    “Evening, Mrs. Shane. Come along, Queen. Lucky I bumped into you downstairs. Mind if I step into my office for a moment? Be with you in a jiffy.”
    “Not at all,” drawled Mr. Ellery Queen. “I’m just a cog in the machine. Yours to command. What’s it all about, anyway, Kirk, old fellow?”
    But Kirk was dashing into the office. Ellery sauntered after and leaned against the jamb.
    Osborne’s frown changed magically to a smile. “Mr. Kirk! Thank heaven you’ve come back. I’m almost crazy. It’s been the busiest afternoon—”
    “Detained, Ozzie.” Kirk dashed to his desk, shuffled through a heap of opened letters. “Anything important? Oh, excuse me. Queen, meet Jimmy Osborne, my right hand. Mr. Ellery Queen, Ozzie.”
    “How do you do, Mr. Queen. … Well, I don’t know, Mr. Kirk. Only a few minutes ago Miss Llewes stopped in—”
    “Irene?” The papers slipped from Kirk’s fingers. “And what did she want, Ozzie?” he asked slowly.
    Osborne shrugged. “She didn’t say. Nothing special. Then Miss Temple was in, too.”
    “Oh, she was?”
    “Yes. She just said she’d like to talk to you before dinner.”
    Kirk frowned. “All right, Ozzie. Anything else? Be with you in a second, Queen.”
    “Take your time.”
    Osborne scratched his sandy head. “Oh, yes! Mr. Macgowan was in about twenty minutes or so ago.”
    “Glenn?” Kirk seemed genuinely surprised. “You mean he dropped in early for dinner, I suppose.”
    “No, sir. He said he wanted to see you about something urgent. In fact, he left a note for you with me.” Osborne dug the envelope out of his pocket.
    “’Scuse me, Queen. I can’t imagine—” Kirk tore open the envelope and pulled the paper out. He unfolded it quickly and devoured the message with his eyes. And as he read the most extraordinary expression came over his face. It disappeared as swiftly as it had come. He frowned and crushed the paper into a ball, stuffing it into his lefthand jacket pocket.
    “Anything wrong, Kirk?” drawled Ellery.
    “Eh? Oh, no, no. Just something—” He did not finish. “All right, Ozzie. Close up shop and go home.”
    “Yes, sir. I almost forgot. Mr. Berne telephoned a few minutes ago and said he’d be a little late. Detained, he said.”
    “Late for his own party,” said Kirk with a wry grin. “That’s Felix all over. All right, Ozzie. Come along, Queen. Sorry to have kept you waiting.”
    They were in the corridor when they were stopped by an exclamation from Osborne. Kirk poked his head back. “What’s the matter, for goodness’ sake?”
    Osborne looked embarrassed. “I’m frightfully sorry. Just slipped my mind. There’s a man been waiting in the anteroom there for the Lord knows how long, Mr. Kirk. Came about an hour ago, in fact. He wouldn’t tell me who he was or what he wanted, so I stuck him in there to wait.”
    “Who is he?” asked Kirk impatiently. Ellery strolled back into the room with his friend.
    Osborne threw up his hands. “Don’t know. Never saw him before. He’s certainly never been in this office on business. Tight as they make them. Very confidential matter, he said.”
    “What’s his name? Damn it all, I can’t stop to chin now. Who is he?”
    “He didn’t say.”
    Kirk gnawed his sunburned upper lip for a moment. Then he sighed. “Well, I’ll get rid of him in a