do; and that's what you better be doin' with this case."
Adams halted, and seemed to gape at him. "What—case?" he said, with difficulty. "Was it in the morning papers, too?"
"No, it ain't in no morning papers. My land! It don't need to be in no papers; look at the size of it!"
"The size of what?"
"Why, great God!" the foreman exclaimed. "He ain't even seen it. Look! Look yonder!"
Adams stared vaguely at the man's outstretched hand and pointing forefinger, then turned and saw a great sign upon the fa\c{c}ade of the big factory building across the street. The letters were large enough to be read two blocks away.
"AFTER THE FIFTEENTH OF NEXT MONTH THIS BUILDING WILL BE OCCUPIED BY THE J. A. LAMB LIQUID GLUE CO. INC."
A gray touring-car had just come to rest before the principal entrance of the building, and J. A. Lamb himself descended from it. He glanced over toward the humble rival of his projected great industry, saw his old clerk, and immediately walked across the Street and the lot to speak to him.
