Philip Curtiss

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Philip Curtiss,  Mummers in Mufti — Chapter 17 (1922)

“ Even Bellsmith could establish no particular connection of reality between those pictures and his present errand.
His reverie was broken by the sharp voice of the ticket-seller behind him.
"There you are! There's your man!"
Bellsmith pulled himself up with a start and saw that a round, swarthy young man had come in silently through a door at the end of the lobby and was standing waiting. He was dressed in black as complete as deep mourning, even to the black derby hat which accentuated his heavy eyebrows and full, olive skin.
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Philip Curtiss,  Mummers in Mufti — Chapter 17 (1922)

“ At the end of this twilight zone an oblong of brilliant light cut the darkness from an open doorway, and to this Israels led the way.
In a theater, space is as valuable a consideration as it is in a sleeping-car, and the private office was nothing but a cubbyhole tucked under a flight of stairs. A desk occupied almost the whole of it, leaving scarcely two feet of space where a man could have stood erect.
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Philip Curtiss,  Mummers in Mufti — Chapter 17 (1922)

“ Even men accustomed to public life, like Israels, grow strangely human when placed in an unfamiliar position. The young manager picked up a tiny fragment of paper and began rolling it absently in his fingers, while his face assumed an expression of grave deliberation. By some odd flash of intuition Bellsmith felt that Israels had read somewhere a book on office management, or command of men, or something of that kind, and was unconsciously putting himself into the proper pose.
"Now, Mr. Grossmith—Bellsmith is it?" began Israels, "I don't doubt but what you 're serious enough in this business.
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