"Mr. Harvey hasn't
returned."
"I know it," said Montague. "I would like to get a room for the
evening. I would like to be near a friend. Could I get a room on the
fourth floor?"
"Fourth?" said the clerk, and turned to look at his schedule on the
wall. "Whereabouts--front or back?"
"Have you four hundred and five?" asked Montague.
"Four hundred and five? No, that's rented. We have four hundred and
one--four hundred and six, on the other side of the hall--four
hundred and seven--"
"I'll take four hundred and seven," said Montague.
"Four dollars a day," said the clerk, as he took down the key.
Not having any baggage, Montague paid in advance, and followed the
boy to the elevator. Bates followed him, and another man, a little
wiry chap, carrying a dress-suit case, also entered with them, and
got out at the fourth floor.
The boy opened the door, and the three men entered the room. The boy
turned on the light, and proceeded to lower the shades and the
windows, and to do enough fixing to earn his tip. Then he went out,
closing the door behind him; and Bates sank upon the bed and put his
hands to his forehead and gasped, "Oh, my God.
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