TWO CONSPIRATORS
“You want to see Mrs. Middleton?” demanded the hotel clerk, surveying Mr. Rugg’s exterior.
Yes,” said the tramp.
I don’t think she’ll see one of your sort.”
“That’s where you’re mistaken, young feller.”
“You’re a strange visitor for a lady.”
“What if I am? There’s my card.”
The clerk took the card, and looked at it doubtfully. Then summoning an attendant, he said:
“Take this up to 57.”
Presently the servant returned.