"To-morrow morning I will talk with you further about your affairs. I want to do something for you."
"You are very kind."
"I ought to be. Haven't you saved my life? But there is the hotel."
Tony and his new friend entered the great hotel. It was brilliantly lighted, though it was now nearly midnight.
Mr. Spencer went up to the desk.
"My key," he said; "No. 169."
"Here it is, sir."
"This young man will share my room; I will enter his name."
The clerk looked at Tony in surprise. He looked rather shabby for a guest of the great caravansery.
"Has he luggage?" asked the clerk.