"I have not the least idea whether I am or not."
"You say you were advised to consult me. By whom?"
"The clerk at the Waldorf Hotel, where I slept last night."
"Then, of course, he gave you my address. Did you find it necessary to ask him how to find my offices?"
"Well, no, I did not. That seems strange, does it not? I certainly had no difficulty in coming here. I suppose that must be a significant fact, Mr. Barnes?"
"It tends to show that you have been familiar with New York, but we must still find out whether you live here or not. How did you register at the hotel?"
"M. J. G. Remington, City."
"You are quite sure that Remington is not your name?"
"Quite sure. After breakfast this morning I was passing through the lobby when the clerk called me twice by that name. Finally, one of the hall-boys touched me on the shoulder and explained that I was wanted at the desk. I was very much confused to find myself called 'Mr. Remington,' a name which certainly is not my own. Before I fully realized my position, I said to the clerk, 'Why do you call me Remington?' and he replied, 'Because you registered under that name.' I tried to pass it off, but I am sure that the clerk looks upon me as a suspicious character."
"What baggage have you with you at the hotel?"