Florence Huyler read the numberon the door. She wondered at the lackof light from within; the glass of the doorwas like a slab of ebony.
“No one here,” she murmured. “Just myluck.”
For all that, she put out a hand to graspthe knob. In a city office building, ten storiesup, one does not knock. Florence did not somuch as allow the yielding door to make asound. She turned the knob as one imaginesa robber might turn the dial of a safe—slowly,si