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 caravansary.
Has he luggage?” asked the clerk.
None to-night. I will pay his bill.”
“All right, sir.”
They got into the elevator, and presently came to a stop. Mr. Spencer opened the door of No. 169.
It was a good-sized and handsomely furnished chamber, containing two beds.
You will sleep in that bed, Tony,” said Spencer. “I feel dead tired. Will you help me off with my coat?”