Prale named the hotel.
"I'd get thrown out on my bean if I ever stuck my nose in the kitchen door," Murk said.
"You're not going into the kitchen, Murk. You're going to be registered as my valet and bodyguard, and you're going up in the elevator with me. Kindly remember, Murk, that you are the personal servant of Mr. Sidney Prale."
"Yes, sir."
"And your boss has a million dollars and nobody knows how many secret enemies. Those things give you a standing, Murk. When we are alone, of course, you'll be a sort of pal. I never had a valet before and I couldn't stand a regular one. Instead of being a valet, when we are alone, I want you to be a regular fellow."
"I getcha, Mr. Prale."
"Off we go, then."
They arrived at the hotel, and Prale registered Murk as his valet and took him up to the suite.
"You bunk in there, Murk," Prale said, pointing to another room. "Take a bath and go to bed and get some rest. If you are inclined to throw me down, you'll find some money and jewelry in the top drawer of the dresser. Rob me and sneak out during the night, if you want to. Cut my throat, if it's necessary."
"You needn't be afraid, sir—you can trust me!"