section of roof, disclosing a runway down which the plane was slipped. The roof section settled back; the roof was ready for another landing.
Bane escorted us from the cabin to an elevator operated by a man who addressed him respectfully.
"Mr. Cawder in his office?" Bane asked him.
"Yes, sir. I just brought him myself from the street."
"Thirty," said Bane to the man, designating the floor; to us, he volunteered the information. "This is our building."
"Your building?" I repeated.
"Why not?" Bane asked me, smiling.
We were dropping floor after floor to reach the thirtieth; and the roof had given me some idea of the linear proportions of the building. It was a mammoth structure. Bane explained to me:
"We don't need it all for offices. We rent out several floors; but our main offices are here. We own the building."
"We?" I repeated. "Who do you mean by we?"
