The manager nodded his head and spoke into the phone. He asked both questions Biff had suggested, nodded his head, and replaced the phone on its cradle.
“No real help there. Sometimes he called for breakfast service; sometimes not. Yesterday morning, room service reports, there was no call from Suite 210-11—that’s where Dr. Weber was staying.”
“Well, one more thing.” Biff continued his role of detective. “Would the same maids who were on duty yesterday be on duty this morning?”
“I’ll check that with the floor supervisor. I think I know what your question will be—had Dr. Weber’s bed been slept in?”
Biff smiled. “That’s right, sir.”
Again the manager placed his call and asked his questions.
“The floor supervisor will call back as soon as she’s checked. Only take a minute or two. While we wait, let me extend my welcome to Hawaii to you. I regret that this most unfortunate situation has come about. But I’m sure Dr. Weber will be found.”
“Thank you,” Thomas Brewster said. “I hope you are right.”
The telephone rang.
“Yes. Yes. I see. Thank you.” The manager replaced the phone. “The supervisor says the maid who takes care of that suite said Dr. Weber’s bed had not been slept in Monday night.”