"Ah, don't be worrying me with your troubles!" the clerk snarled. "Go over to the Altringham yourself, if you think I'm stringing you."
Abe turned without another word and hustled over to the Altringham.
"Do you know a feller by the name Marks Pasinsky?" he asked the clerk.
"Is he a guest of the house?" the clerk said.
"He's a big feller with a stovepipe hat and curly hair," Abe replied, "and he came in here yesterday afternoon with a short, dark feller what is stopping here. This here Pasinsky is stopping where I am, but he ain't showed up all night, and I guess he's stayed here with that short, dark feller."
The clerk touched a bell.
"Front," he said, "show this gentleman up to eighty-nine."
"Eighty-nine?" Abe cried. "Who's up in eighty-nine?"
