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"Tall, curly-haired gentleman came in here yesterday
afternoon with a short, dark gentleman name of Katzen and——"
Abe clapped his hand to his forehead.
"Arthur Katzen!" he cried.
The clerk nodded.
"Short, dark feller," Abe murmured as he followed the bell-boy. "Why didn't I think of Arthur Katzen before?"
He entered the elevator, feeling as though he were walking in his sleep; nor did the jolt with which he was shot up to the eighth floor awaken him. His conductor led him down the corridor and was about to knock at room eighty-nine when Abe seized him by the arm.
"Hold on," Abe whispered. "The door is open."