Stewart Edward White

The Sign at Six Stewart Edward White

Percy Darrow, a young man of scientific training, indolent manners, effeminate appearance, hidden energy, and absolute courage, lounged through the doors of the Atlas Building. Since his rescue from the volcanic island that had witnessed the piratical murder of his oldemployer, Doctor Schermerhorn, the spectacular dissolution of the murderers, and his ownimprisonment in a cave beneath the very roar of an eruption, he had been nursing hisshattered nerves back to their normal strength. Now he felt that at last he was able to go towork again. Therefore, he was about to approach a man of influence among practicalscientists, from whom he hoped further occupation. As the express elevator shot upward, he passed a long slender hand across his eyes. Therapid motion confused him still. The car stopped, and the metallic gates clanged open. Darrow obediently stepped forth. Only when the elevator had disappeared did his upwardglance bring to him the knowledge that he had disembarked one floor too soon. Darrow's eye fell on a lettered sign outside the nearest door. He smiled a slow red-lippedsmile beneath his small silky mustache, drooped his black eyelashes in a flicker ofreminiscence, hesitated a moment, then stepped languidly forward and opened the door. The sign indicated the headquarters of the very modest commissionership behind whichMcCarthy chose to work. McCarthy, quite simply, at that time owned New York