He entered, and registering his name was assigned to room 96.
"Will you go up-stairs at once, Mr. Mason?" asked the clerk.
"Yes, sir."
Mark followed the hall boy to a room on the third floor.
"Will dinner be ready soon?" he asked.
"It is on the table now, sir."
Mark washed his hands and face, combed his hair, and went down-stairs. He had but one flight to descend, the dining-room being on the second floor.
Even if the dinner had been an indifferent one Mark would have appreciated it, for he was very hungry. When he had satisfied his appetite he had a chance to look around.
What was his surprise when a little farther down the table, on the same side, he recognized his acquaintance of the smoking car, Mr. Buffington!