“No. I told the operator very distinctly the room I wanted.”
I stepped back from the door and lowered my voice. “And someone answered the telephone?”
He nodded, and I could see sudden apprehension upon his face.
I said, “This may not be as simple as it sounds.” I took his arm, and moved away from the door. “Let’s go get the house detective.”
“You mean — you think there’s a burglar?”
I said, “It may be the police frisking the room. You didn’t give your name, did you?”
This time I could see the twitching of the little muscle at the corner of his left eye. “No-let’s get out of here.”
“Suits me,” I said. “Keep right on going.”
We started walking. He said, “I thought your voice sounded a little strange.”
“How,” I asked, “did you locate me?”