Denver, Colo.
They meant nothing to the clerk, who was new in the place. He blotted the writing, looked at it, and asked:
“Is your party all here?”
“Not yet,” said the young man. “We want two parlor rooms on the ground floor.”
“Connecting rooms?”
“Yes.”
“You are John Breakspeare?” the clerk guessed.
“Yes.”
“The other member of your party will be coming tonight?”
“He is waiting at the station,” said the young man. “We shall want the rooms only for tonight and tomorrow. I’ll pay now, please.”