"She is coming back, of course!" I exclaimed.
"The chambermaid thought not, sir," the man declared. "She has given up
her room, at any rate. They would know for certain down in the office."
I finished the rest of my toilet in a hurry, and went straight to the
reception bureau. I fancied that the clerk to whom I addressed myself
eyed me queerly.
"Can you tell me if Miss Van Hoyt has left the hotel?" I asked.
"She left this morning, sir," he replied.
"Is there any message for me--Mr. Courage?" I asked.
He disappeared for a moment, but I fancied that his search was only
perfunctory.
"Nothing at all for you, sir," he announced.
I concealed my surprise as well as I could.
"Will you send my card up and ascertain if I can see Mr. Leslie Guest?" I
asked. "He is staying somewhere in the south wing."
"Mr. Leslie Guest left just before one o'clock, sir," the clerk answered.
"Left the hotel!" I repeated. "Why! He was in bed yesterday, and scarcely
able to move."
The clerk shrugged his shoulders. He had the air of being a little tired
of me.
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