“Wait!”
“Eh?”
“Wait! I’ve got an idea!” The wistful sadness had gone from her manner. She was bright and alert. “Sit down!”
“Sit down?”
“Sure. Sit down and take the chill off the arm-chair. I’ve thought of something.”
Archie sat down as directed. At his elbow the bulldog eyed him gravely from the basket.
“Do they know you in this hotel?”
“Know me? Well, I’ve been here about a week.”
“I mean, do they know who you are? Do they know you’re a good citizen?”
“Well, if it comes to that, I suppose they don’t. But—”