Bones in London

wo bareheaded men came down the busy street, their hands thrust into their trouserspockets, their sleek, well-oiled heads bent in dejection.No word they spoke, keeping step with the stern precision of soldiers. Together theywheeled through the open doors of the Commercial Trust Building, together they left-turned into the elevator, and simultaneously raised their heads to examine its roof, asthough in its panelled ceiling was concealed some Delphic oracle who would answer theriddle which circumstances had set them.They dropped their heads together and stood with sad eyes, regarding the attendant'sleisurely unlatching of the gate. They slipped forth and walked in single file to a suite ofoffices inscribed "Pole Brothers, Brokers," and, beneath, "The United Merchant Shippers'Corporation," and passed through a door which, in addition to this declaration, bore thefootnote "Private."Here the file divided, one going to one side of a vast pedestal desk and one to the other.Still with their hands pushed deep into their pockets, they sank, almost as at a word ofcommand, each into his cushioned chair, and stared at one another across the table.