IN the top of a very high building down-town, some twenty stories above his regular offices, Mr. Dunbar had what was known in business circles as "Dunbar's Emergency Suite." This consisted of a bedroom, baths, small kitchen, library, squash court, reception-room, and dining-room. Here lunch was laid for him and two or three friends every day, and here he was in the habit of retreating when he wished to avoid people, and here he sometimes slept. The windows looked over the harbor, and the apartment was situated so high that it had the double advantage of seaside and of mountain air. Here, whenever the market went to pieces and the street grew frantic, Mr. Dunbar was usually to be found playing a game of squash with himself or with a clerk to whom he had had the game taught by an
