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Quelman Gren was dark and thin-faced, with sleek, oily hair. "When I told you I was here in an official capacity for the government, Mr. Gren, you said you would co-operate with me in every way possible," said Maya. "Yes, Miss Cara Nome, I have made every effort to do so," replied Gren. "Is there some way I can help you now?" "Yes, there is," she said.
She dropped the hat on the bed, and answered it. "Miss Cara Nome, this is Quelman Gren, the manager," said the male voice on the line. "You asked me to notify you about any new guests. One has just registered." "I saw him," she said. "What can you tell me about him?" "He is registered as D. Kensington, from Hesperidum," answered Gren. "He is just staying overnight.
But it seemed a strange place, a different place, one that looked like the lobby she remembered but in which she had never walked before. Nuwell was standing across the lobby with the two police officers from Ophir, beside a long wooden box that rested on the floor next to the registration counter. Behind the counter, Quelman Gren, the manager of Chateau Nectaris, was sorting the day's mail.
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