I concealed my surprise as well as I could.
"Will you send my card up and ascertain if I can see Mr. Leslie Guest?" I asked. "He is staying somewhere in the south wing."
"Mr. Leslie Guest left just before one o'clock, sir," the clerk answered.
"Left the hotel!" I repeated. "Why! He was in bed yesterday, and scarcely able to move."
The clerk shrugged his shoulders. He had the air of being a little tired of me.
"He was probably better to-day," he answered. "At any rate, he was well enough to travel."
"Is Mr. James Stanley, of Liverpool, in?" I asked.
"Mr. Stanley paid his bill and went away at eight o'clock this morning," the man answered, going back to his ledger.
"I must see the manager at once," I declared firmly.
The clerk called a page-boy.