"Anything in my power!" Starr assured him.
"You have a young lady stopping here called Miriam Culbreth?"
Starr nodded. "Some Cleopatra!" he murmured.
"The same," said Jack. "Now some time during the next few days I have reason to believe that a package will be sent her by messenger. Small, flat packet about three inches by seven."
"Packages don't go through the desk."
"But in this case I am pretty sure the boy will be instructed to hand it to her personally."
"Oh, in that case—Want me to have a look in it?"
"Simpler than that!" said Jack. "Just get me that boy's number so I can trace him."
Starr assured Jack that he would be happy to serve him. He seemed a little disappointed that he was not called upon to play a more important part.
They strolled out into the lobby again, and at that identical instant Miriam herself came through the revolving doors. But Jack saw her first.