"Her? What do you mean?"
Blair made an impatient gesture.
"Why, this Miss - the teacher, you know. Didn't you just say you hadn't
any room for her? Well, I've got three, you know."
"Yes, but that's altogether a different proposition. You made your
reservation weeks ago."
"But you could still give her one of them, couldn't you?"
Clerks in large hotels listen with patience to a vast number of strange
proposals, but at this from Blair, the man opposite eyed him in
unflattering amazement.
"But you said, when you wired, you wanted the extra room to work in," he
objected, "and you'll remember, Mr. Blair, that you were pretty emphatic
about it, too, at the time. We went to all kinds of trouble to fix that
up for you."
"I can get along all right without it, though," coolly observed his
changeable guest, "and I'd rather she'd have it. It's possible to split
suites here, isn't it?" he persisted. "They do at most hotels."
"It's possible, of course." Across the desk the eyes of the two men met
squarely. "That part of it's easy enough. But why? and who's going to
pay for it?"
"I'm going to pay for it! What did you suppose?" exploded Blair. "It's
worth that and a lot more to me just now to keep her from getting away.
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