I knocked on the door of office number 490, then opened it. A man stood behind the receptionist's desk, riffling through papers.
"Yeah," he replied. "What can I do for you?"
I said I was doing a story on his company and his life as Walter Waldhauser.
He studied my business card, and I thought he was about to deny any knowledge of a Waldhauser.
"By the way," I added, "Johnny Bonds says to tell you hello."
Davis/Waldhauser moved his eyes from my card to my face. He forced a grimace into a slight smile.
"Well, that's nice," he said slowly. "But I'm going to have to pass."
I glanced around the reception area, focusing on its aquarium. "You've got a real nice place here," I said, trying to prolong the conversation. "Business must be good."
"Business," he replied, "is very good."
He walked into a side office, and I showed myself the door.