“Things ought to develop fast, I should say,” he returned. “I think we’ve laid a good foundation.”
Without even looking about or inquiring for Burke or Riley, Kennedy rather ostentatiously went directly to the hotel office on our arrival at the Harbor House.
“Our rooms are at the north side of the hotel,” he began. “I wonder if there are any vacant on the bay side?”
The clerk turned to look at his list and I took the opportunity to pluck at Kennedy’s sleeve.
“Why don’t you get rooms in the rear?” I whispered. “That’s the side on which the garage is.”
Kennedy nodded hastily to me to be silent and a moment later the clerk turned.
“I can fix you up on the bay side,” he reported, indicating a suite on a printed floor-plan.
“Very fine,” agreed Craig. “If you will send a porter I will have our baggage transferred immediately.”
As we left the desk Kennedy whispered his explanation. “Don’t you understand? We’ll be observed. Everything we do is watched, I am convinced. Just think it over. Selecting a room like this will disarm suspicion.”
In the lobby of the hotel Riley was waiting for us anxiously.