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A thin, shabby little man, with stooping shoulders, hooked nose and velvet tread, stood before the card rack in the lower corridor of the old studio building on Tenth Street. He was scanning the names, beginning at the top floor and going down to the basement. Suddenly his eyes glistened:
"Second floor," he whispered to himself. "Yes, of course; I knew it all the time -- second floor," and "second floor" he kept repeating as he helped his small body up the steps by means of the hand-rail.