"What shall I order, sir?"
"Order plenty of whatever you like, and tell them to make it double," said Prale.
Murk grinned and gave a proper order. Prale was dressed by the time the breakfast was served. He and Murk made a hearty meal.
And then Prale lighted his morning cigar and began reading the newspapers. Murk went around the suite, straightening things and trying to be of service. He looked at Sidney Prale often; it was plain to be seen that Prale was Murk's kind of man.
There came a knock at the door.
"See who it is, Murk," Sidney Prale said.
He did not even look up from the paper he was reading. He supposed it was some hotel employee. Murk stalked across to the door and threw it open. Two men stood there. Murk flinched when he saw them. He did not know either of them, but he knew them immediately for what they were. Murk was a man of experience.
"Mr. Prale in?" one of them asked.
"Yes, sir."
Without asking permission, the two men stepped inside, and one of them closed the door. Prale dropped the newspaper and turned around to face them.