“How? What kind o’ looking fellow was he?”
“That’s the funny part about ’im. He looks like a gentleman—prosperous. Quite dignified; wears fine clothes, a diamond ring and a dandy solitaire stud.”
“Where’d you see ’im?”
“At the desk. He came in an’ asked for—who’d you think he asked for?—Guess.”
“Me,” laughed Guy.
“No, you’re not important enough. Guess again.”
“Mr. Smithers?”
“Right.”
“You don’t say! What’d he want to see him for?”
“I don’t know. But I made use of a guess to have some fun.”