"On the rear corridor?"
"Oh, no, sir; a nice front room; we don't consider money in a case like this."
"Will you give me its number?"
Her suave and steady look changed to one of indignation.
"You're asking a good deal, aren't you? I doubt if the young lady——"
"The number, if you please," he quietly put in.
"Thirty-two," she snapped out. "She will have every care," she hastened to assure him as he turned away.
"I've no doubt. I do not intend to sleep to to-night; if the young lady is worse, you will communicate the fact to me. You will find me in Number 3."
He had turned back to make this reply, and was looking straight at her as the number dropped from his lips. It did not disturb her set smile, but in some inscrutable way all meaning seemed to leave that smile, and she forgot to drop her hand which had been stretched out in an attempted gesture.
"Number 3," he repeated. "Don't forget, madam."