The Underground Man

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Tracy Garvin pushed the long blonde hair out of her face and said, “There are two men in the outer office.”

Steve Winslow looked up from his desk. “Two?”

“Yes.”

“Together?”

“No.”

“I have two potential clients?”

“That’s right.”

Steve grinned. “A new world record. Who are they?”

“One is a Mr. Walsh. The other is a Mr. Thorngood.”

“What do they want to see me about?”

“They wouldn’t say.”

Steve raised his eyebrows. “Neither of them?”

“No.”

“Better and better. Describe them. What are they like?”

Tracy frowned. “Well, they’re quite different. Thorngood’s about fifty. Walsh is older, say about seventy-five. But that’s the least of it. Mr. Walsh is … how shall I say it … well, he looks like a street person.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. His clothes are dirty. His hair’s uncombed. And he’s unshaved. Not that he has a beard-he’s just unshaved, if you know what I mean.”

Steve nodded. “Aha,” he said. “And he won’t tell you what he wants?”

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