“Do you wish to register, gentlemen?” asked the clerk.
“We will take dinner, and if we decide to stay will register later. By the way, I recognize this name, but it may not be the man I suppose.”
“Yes, the gentleman just registered.”
“Would you mind describing him?”
“He was a tall, dark man as near as I can remember.”
“And he carried a small casket in his hand?”
“Yes, and a gripsack.”
“Oh yes,” said the agent his face lighting up with satisfaction. “It is the man I mean—where is he now?”
“In his room.”
“Did he say how long he intended to stay?”