There was nothing to do but to answer, however. Wrentz moved to the door.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"Your trunk, sir."
"You are the porter?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, you can leave the trunk at the door. I am too busy to be interrupted just now. But here—"
Wrentz opened the door an inch and passed a dollar bill to the porter.
"I am going to need you again in a few hours," he said.
"Yes, sir; thank you, sir."
"Move the girl over behind the bed—out of range there," commanded Wrentz. Two men seized Pauline and dragged her across the room where she could not be seen through the door, which Wrentz now opened wide.
In the corridor outside stood a large trunk. Wrentz and one of the men lifted it and carried it into the room.