Both of the Bennington houses were closed; the two families were up north in the woods.
Promptly at four-thirty Warrington and his dog entered the elevator of the McQuade Building and were dislodged on the third floor.

They went along the dim corridor, scrutinizing doors, each hunting for one of his kind.

Jove couldn't read, but he could smell.

Finally Warrington came to a stand.

Upon the glass panel of the door he read: Daniel McQuade & Co.
General Contractors He did not knock.