CHAPTER IVThe scorpion waited patiently for the elevator at the end of the corridor to ascend to the tenth floor. He looked neither to the right, nor to the left. There was a withdrawn, profoundly thoughtful expression on his face, and even when the elevator door swung open and he stepped into the narrow cage and was carried rapidly to the street his aspect of intense preoccupation did not change.
He walked swiftly along the street which ran parallel to the building’s massive gray stone facade, crossed at the first intersection, and continued on for several blocks without moderating his stride.
He had crossed the street a second time, and was passing the lighted windows of a large department store when he was startled to see the girl. She had moved very quickly out into the street from t
