No mail yet." He handed the key to a small boy and waved Philip away.

The small boy proved fully equal to his mission.
"You just step this way, sir," he invited encouragingly.

"Those packages of yours will be all right.

You don't need to worry about them." He led the way down a corridor streaming with human beings, into a lift from which it appeared to Philip that he was shot on to the ninth floor, along a thickly-carpeted way into a good-sized and comfortable bedroom, with bathroom attached.
"Your things will be up directly, sir," the small boy promised, holding out his hand.

"I'll see after them myself." Philip expressed his gratitude in a satisfactory manner and stood for a few moments at the window.