"Oh, sure not," Morris cried, smiling apologetically. "I mean Miss Aaronson."
Once more the clerk pawed over his card index.
"You've got the wrong hotel," he declared. "I don't see any Miss Aaronson here, either."
Morris scratched his head. He mentally passed in review Jacobson, Abrahamson, and every other Biblical proper name combined with the suffix "son," but rejected them all.
"The lady what I want to see it is buyer for a department store in Duluth, what arrived here this morning," Morris explained.
"Let me see," the clerk mused; "buyer, hey? What was she a buyer of?"
"Cloaks and suits," Morris answered.
"Suits, hey?" the clerk commented. "Let me see—buyer of suits. Was that the lady that was expecting somebody with an automobile?"
Morris nodded emphatically.
"Well, that party called for her and they left here about ten minutes ago," the clerk replied.