“Give me the fiver.”
Hollingsworth produced a five-dollar bill.
“Give me the key.”
Key and bill changed hands.
“Room forty-three, you said?” whispered Hollingsworth.
“That’s right. Be mighty careful. Look out for any of Merriwell’s crowd. They have rooms on that floor, and one or two of ’em are in.”
“I’ll look out.”
“The housekeeper may be snoopin’ round, too. Look out for her.”
“All right.”
“And gimme that key before you leave, if you can git a chance.”