subject: Why Prepare Systematically To Deliver A Few Checks? (chapel1) [print this page] But now it was time to look for the janitorBut now it was time to look for the janitor. Grebe took in the building in the wind and gloom of the late November day trampled, frost-hardened lots on one side; on the other, an automobile junk yard and then the infinite work of Elevated frames, weak-looking, gaping with rubbish fires; two sets of leaning brick porches three stories high and a flight of cement stairs to the cellar. Descending, he entered the underground passage, where he tried the doors until one opened and he found himself in the furnace room. There someone rose toward him and approached, scraping on the coal grit and bending under the canvas-jacketed pipes."Are you the janitor?""What do you want?""I'm looking for a man who's supposed to be living here. Green.""What Green?""Oh, you maybe have more than one Green?" said Grebe with new, pleasant hope. This is Gulliver Green.""I don't think I can help you, mister. I don't know any.""A crippled man." GHD IV MK4 Black
The janitor stood bent before him. Could it be that he was crippled? Oh, God! What if he was? Grebe's gray eyes sought with excited difficulty to see. But no, he was only very short and stooped. A head awakened from meditation, a strong-haired beard, and low, wide shoulders. A stateless of sweat and coal rose from his black shirt and the burlap sack he wore as an apron.
"Crippled how?"Grebe thought and then answered with the light voice of unmixed candor, "I don't know. I've never seen him." This was damaging, but his only other choice was to make a lying guess, and he was not up to it. "I'm delivering checks for the relief to shut-in cases. If he weren't crippled he'd come to collect himself. That's why I said crippled. Bedridden, chair-ridden is there anybody like that?"
This sort of frankness was one of Grebe's oldest talents, going back to childhood. But it gained him nothing here."No such. I've got four buildings same as this that I take care of. I don' know all the tenants, leave alone the tenants' tenants. The rooms turn over so fast, people moving' in and out every day. I can't tell you."The janitor opened his grimy lips but Grebe did not hear him in the piping of the valves and the consuming pull of air to flame in the body of the furnace. He knew, however, what he had said."Well, all the same, thanks. Sorry I bothered you. I'll prowl around upstairs again and see if I can run up someone who knows him." GHD IV MK4 gold
Once more in the cold air and early darkness he made the short circle from the cellar way to the entrance crowded between the brickwork pillars and began to climb to the third floor. Pieces of plaster ground under his feet; strips of brass tape from which the carpeting had been torn away marked old boundaries at the sides. In the passage, the cold reached him worse than in the street; it touched him to the bone. The hall toilets ran like springs. He thought grimly as he heard the wind burning around the building with a sound like that of the furnace, that this was a great piece of constructed shelter. Then he struck a match in the gloom and searched for names and numbers among the writings and scribbles on the walls. He saw WHOODY-DOODY GO TO JESUS, and zigzags, caricatures, sexual scrawls, and curses. So the sealed rooms of pyramids were also decorated, and the caves of human dawn.
The information on his card was, TULLIVER GREEN APT 3D. There were no names, however, and no numbers. His shoulders drawn up, tears of cold in his eyes, breathing vapor, he went the length of the corridor and told himself that if he had been lucky enough to have the temperament for it he would ban on one of the doors and bawl out "Gulliver Green!" until he got results. But it wasn't in him to make uproar and he continued to burn matches, passing the light over the walls. At the rear, in a corner off the hall, he discovered a door he had not seen before and he thought it best to investigate. It sounded empty when he knocked, but a young Negros answered, hardly more than a girl. She opened only a bit, to guard the warmth of the room.
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