Kells said: “Shep and I will find out about that in about a half hour.”
“And we’ll find out what happened at MacAlmon’s after you left.” Beery stood up and took his drink from Granquist.
Someone knocked at the door.
Granquist froze, with a glass held out toward Borg; Beery opened the door and a porter came in.
He smiled, nodded to Kells. “You want your luggage to go down sir?”
Kells said: “Yes. The trunk’s to go on the Chief tomorrow night. Put the other stuff where we can load it into a car.”
The porter said: “Yes, sir.” He tilted the trunk and dragged it out through the door. Beery went back and sat down.
Borg had taken his drink from Granquist. He said: “What I want to know is how the hell am I going to get my automobile.”
Kells turned from the desk. “Will you please stop wailing about that wreck?” he said. He held out a singly folded sheaf of bills and Borg reached up and took it.
Kells went back to his chair, sat down and tossed another sheaf of bills in Beery’s lap.