“Yes, sir. Sunlight. Not a great deal — of course they wouldn’t be here during the day except on Sundays and holidays if they’re working.”
“That’s right.”
The bellboy came back down in the elevator.
“Whenever they get ready to move in, I’ll be glad to talk rates with them,” the clerk said.
“Do you happen to have a floor plan of the hotel so that I can look at the rooms and figure on prices? I might have to make some salary adjustment. You see the girls are living at home now.”
He reached under the counter, took out a floor plan of the hotel, and started pointing out rooms. The switchboard buzzed. He moved over to it, and I picked up the floor plan, walked over, and started talking to him while he was taking the call. “How about this suite of rooms on the corner in front? Would that—”
He frowned at me and said, “What was that number again, please?”
He was holding a pencil over a pad. I shifted around so as to get a better light on the floor plan and be where I could watch his pencil as he wrote the number down. I didn’t need to. He repeated it. “Orange nine-six-four-three-two. Just a moment, please.”
He dialed the number on an outside extension, then when he had it on the line, plugged in the line and moved over to me. “What was it you wanted to know?”
“About that suite.”