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"If Nita got a divorce or even a legal separation from her husband after her talk with Gladys Earle a year ago, she got it in New York and so secretly that no New York paper has been able to dig it up," Dundee concluded. "And yet she had promised to marry Ralph Hammond!" A bellboy with a telegram interrupted the startling new train of thought which that conclusion had started.
"His lordship is in his room," he said, with a low bow. "All right," said the Angel, picking up the card. "I thought he might have started. I'll see him." The clerk shoved the bellboy toward the Angel. "Show her ladyship to the elevator and Lord O'More's suite," he said, bowing double. "Aw, thanks," said the Angel with a slight nod, as she turned away.
Hardly had she closed the door, however, when a knock sent her flying to open it again. A bellboy had brought a note, and she sprang to the conclusion that it must be from Mr. Hilliard. He had found out her name, and had written to tell what had happened behind the closed door the loose end of the story which the newspapers had not got, never would get, from any one concerned.
As she thought these things and quickly put away the thoughts, since nothing must spoil this hour there was a rap at the door, and she went to throw it open, confident that she would see Nick smiling at her, saying in his nice voice, "Well, are you ready?" But it was not Nick. A bellboy of the hotel had brought up a large cardboard box which had arrived by post. The address was printed: "Mrs.
It was several minutes before anything happened. Then an elderly lady emerged from one of the elevators, and under the guidance of a bellboy approached the woman Grace had been following. Grace did not remember having ever seen the older woman before, but she had a distinct impression that it might be Mrs. Morton. She strolled over to the desk, and addressed the clerk in a low voice.
The colonel paid the black driver the quarter he demanded two dollars would have been the New York price ran the gauntlet of the dozen pairs of eyes in the heads of the men leaning back in the splint-bottomed armchairs under the shade trees on the sidewalk, registered in the book pushed forward by a clerk with curled mustaches and pomatumed hair, and accompanied by Phil, followed the smiling black bellboy along a passage and up one flight of stairs to a spacious, well-lighted and neatly furnished room, looking out upon the main street.
The meal at an end, Dora went upstairs, and Dick rejoined his brothers and Andy Royce in the smoking room. Tom had left word at the hotel telegraph office that any message which might come in for hire must be delivered at once. "Here comes a bellboy now!" cried Dick, presently. "Mr. Rover! Mr. Rover!" cried the boy, walking from one group of persons to another.
She flew to the directory, which had interested her so little when the polite bellboy of the itching palm had pointed it out to her, and presently she had startled a respectable old stockbroker, so thoroughly and so hastily that he burst into his wife's presence with the news that John Blake had met with a frightful accident and was being carried to the hotel in the automobile of some rich gentleman from Paterson, New Jersey.
He was thinking: "He was lying. Any college annual prints the cast of the important 'show' given by the dramatic club that year. I'll wire Philadelphia." He found the manager of the Brevord and inquired: "How about the bellboy who was on duty all Monday night, Mr. Keene?" "He's in the house now," Keene informed him. "Roddy is his name." "Send him up to my room, will you?"
It was a matter of regret with him that he couldn't afford yet to put young Tim into buttons, but without them he was sure the lad made as alert a bellboy and porter as could be asked. "Nothing to complain of." Tom wished Mr. Perkins wouldn't be so taciturn.
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