CHAPTER IBIRDS OF A FEATHER "YOUR mail, Mr. Rowden." "Ah, yes. Thank you." The switchboard operator passed a stack of envelopes to the man who stood in front of the lobby desk. Rowden smiled as he received the mail. He scanned the envelopes; then thrust them in his pocket and strolled into the elevator. The switchboard girl sighed as the door closed. It was not often that the Mallison Apar