“Mr. Jones.”
Jones, for it was indeed he, drew back sharply, and looked closely at Shirley. Then he smiled slightly.
“Smith?” he asked.
“Yes,” said Shirley briefly.
“Good. Come with me.”
Shirley followed the man back into the hotel. At the far side of the lobby was a door leading to the dining-room. Jones led the way inside, Shirley following close at his heels.
He selected a small table at the far end of the dining-room, and the two sat down.
“We can talk here undisturbed,” said Jones.
Their orders given, Jones leaned back in his chair.
“I wouldn’t have recognized you,” he said, looking at Shirley sharply.