Marie stiffened.
“Sure,” Raven said, smiling at her. “An’ a double bed.”
There was no elevator, and they followed the negro up two flights of stairs.
“These hick hotels give me a pain,” Raven said.
Marie found she couldn’t answer him. Her heart was beating wildly, and she felt a little sick.
They went into a large, shabbily furnished room. The big iron double bed took up a lot of room. When the negro got his tip he left them with a broad grin.
Raven took off his hat and dust−coat and yawned. “How do you like it?” he asked, looking round.
“I think it’s horribly sordid,” Marie said with a little shudder. “Mr. Young, must we go through with this?
You could have given me a single room, couldn’t you?”
Raven grinned at her. “Sure I could.”