“Take the elevator to the second floor wing,” the man instructed. “Room 22. Show your card to the doorman and you will be admitted.”
Penny waited until after the woman had gone away. Then she arose and sauntered across the lobby. She picked up a handful of hotel literature but there was no mention of any Green Room. Pausing by the elevator, she waited until the cage was deserted of passengers before speaking to the attendant, a red headed boy of about seventeen.
“Where is the Green Room, please?”
“Second floor, Miss.”
“And what is it? A dining room?”
The attendant shot her a peculiar glance and gave an answer which was equally strange.
“It’s not a dining room. I can’t tell you what it is.”
“A cocktail room perhaps?”
“Listen, I told you I don’t know,” the boy answered.
“You work here, don’t you?”