"If Miss Delora should come in," I said to the hall-porter on my way to the lift, "please let me know. I shall be in my room, writing letters."
"Miss Delora came in just after you crossed the courtyard, sir," the man answered. "She is in her room now."
"Alone?" I asked.
"I believe that she came in with a gentleman, sir. Shall I ring up and ask for her?"
I hesitated for a moment. I was recalling to myself her statement that she had no friends in London whatsoever.
"Yes!" I answered. "Send up my name, and say that I should like to see her."
The man went to the telephone, and emerged from the box a moment later.
"Miss Delora would be much obliged," he said, "if you would kindly go to her room in a quarter of an hour."
I nodded, and turned away for the lift. The cigarette between my lips was suddenly tasteless. I was experiencing a new sensation, and distinctly an unpleasant one. With it was coupled an intense curiosity to know the identity of the man who was even now with Felicia!