Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- List of Figures
- Acknowledgments
- Introduction
- Stories
- Explanatory Notes, by Alexandra Mitchell
- Appendix 1 Ngram Language Analysis, by Alexandra Mitchell
- Appendix 2 Magazine Publication Details, by Jennifer Nolan
- Appendix 3 Visual Contexts of Fitzgerald’s Magazine Market, Images introduced and compiled by Jennifer Nolan
- Works Cited
The Third Casket
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 18 November 2023
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- List of Figures
- Acknowledgments
- Introduction
- Stories
- Explanatory Notes, by Alexandra Mitchell
- Appendix 1 Ngram Language Analysis, by Alexandra Mitchell
- Appendix 2 Magazine Publication Details, by Jennifer Nolan
- Appendix 3 Visual Contexts of Fitzgerald’s Magazine Market, Images introduced and compiled by Jennifer Nolan
- Works Cited
Summary
When you come into Cyrus Girard's office suite on the thirty-second floor you think at first that there has been a mistake, that the elevator instead of bringing you upstairs has brought you uptown, and that you are walking into an apartment on Fifth Avenue where you have no business at all. What you take to be the sound of a stock ticker1 is only a businesslike canary swinging in a silver cage overhead, and while the languid debutante at the mahogany table gets ready to ask you your name you can feast your eyes on etchings, tapestries, carved panels and fresh flowers.
Cyrus Girard does not, however, run an interior-decorating establishment, though he has, on occasion, run almost everything else. The lounging aspect of his ante-room is merely an elaborate camouflage for the wild clamor of affairs that goes on ceaselessly within. It is merely the padded glove over the mailed fist, the smile on the face of the prize fighter.
No one was more intensely aware of this than the three young men who were waiting there one April morning to see Mr. Girard. Whenever the door marked Private trembled with the pressure of enormous affairs they started nervously in unconscious union. All three of them were on the hopeful side of thirty, each of them had just got off the train, and they had never seen one another before. They had been waiting side by side on a Circassian leather lounge for the best part of an hour.
Once the young man with the pitch-black eyes and hair had pulled out a package of cigarettes and offered it hesitantly to the two others. But the two others had refused in such a politely alarmed way that the dark young man, after a quick look around, had returned the package unsampled to his pocket. Following this disrespectful incident a long silence had fallen, broken only by the clatter of the canary as it ticked off the bond market in bird land.
When the Louis XIII clock stood at noon the door marked Private swung open in a tense, embarrassed way, and a frantic secretary demanded that the three callers step inside. They stood up as one man.
“Do you mean—all together?” asked the tallest one in some embarrassment.
“All together.”
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- The Complete Magazine Stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1921-1924 , pp. 250 - 261Publisher: Edinburgh University PressPrint publication year: 2023