They are waiting on the shingle--will
you come and join the dance?
--The Mock Turtle
My appointment with Frij was for one P.M. Mox had telephoned on Sunday
night and told me about it. He didn't say who Frij was. He merely gave
me the address and the room number and hung up.
Frij had an office on the thirty-ninth floor of a building on Fifth
Avenue in the forties. He had, in fact, the entire penthouse. A small
plaque on the front door said simply: PEERLESS PROMOTIONS.