In the picture tube there was a stir, then she sat up and looked around in a sort of daze.
"Marian, this is Steve Cornell, but don't—"
"Steve!"
"—cry out," I finished uselessly.
"Where are you?" she asked in a whisper.
"I'm in the con room."
"But how on Earth—?"
"No time to gab. I'll be down in a rush with the key. Get dressed!"
"Yes, Steve."
I took off in a headlong rush with the 'Hotel Register' in one hand. I made the third floor and Marian's cell in slightly more than nothing flat, but she was ready when I came barging into her room. She was out of the cell before it hit the backstop and following me down the hall towards her brother's room.