it is a sedate office with a secretary and a couple of typists. the secretary's name is miss olsen. she is in her thirties, flaxen- haired, handsome, wears harlequin glasses, and has an incisive manner. bud comes up to her desk.
miss olsen is on the phone.
it is the morning after christmas, and miss olsen and the other girls are just settling down to work. sheldrake, in hat and coat, approaches from the elevators, comes through the glass doors.
miss olsen has put on her coat, and is going through her desk drawers, cleaning out her personal belongings -- nail polish, emery boards, an extra pair of glasses, etc. as she stows them away in her handbag, one of the buttons on the telephone lights up. miss olsen hesitates for a second, then with a quick look around, she pushes the button down, carefully picks up the receiver, listens in.
miss olsen hangs up the phone, sits there for a moment, weighing what she has overheard. then she makes a decision, picks up the phone again, dials a number. as she waits for an answer, she glances toward sheldrake's office.
bud comes out of his office, carrying his bowler, strides past the secretaries and through the glass doors to the foyer. an elevator is just unloading, and beside it a handyman is cleaning out one of the cigarette receptacles. bud crosses to the elevator, and as he passes the handyman, he jams his bowler on the man's head -- surrendering his crown, so to speak. the elevator doors close. the handyman straightens up, looks around in bewilderment.