In less than five minutes he returned, a maid following close behind him.
“I think the mystery is solved,” he explained. “The maid says she came in to put fresh towels in the bathroom and someone knocked at the door. She answered and a man from the World Broadcasting Company said he had come to get your manuscript. He came right on in and picked up the papers beside the typewriter. Of course she should not have admitted him, but he appeared to know just what he wanted.”
“What did he look like?” Janet asked the maid.
“Well, I didn’t pay particular attention, but he was small and I guess you would call him dark. He had on a hat and it was pulled down over his forehead. He took the papers and went on out. Said they’d be waiting for you at the broadcasting office tomorrow.”
“I believe this solves the mystery,” said the assistant manager.
“I hope so,” agreed Janet. “We’re sorry to have caused you so much trouble.”
When the hotel official and the maid had taken their departure, Helen turned to her companion.
“I didn’t know the radio people were in such a hurry for the material you were working on,” she said.
“Neither did I,” replied Janet, “but I guess it is all right. Let’s have dinner now and then perhaps a show. I feel tremendously relieved about the manuscript.”
They added a dab of powder and a touch of rouge to their faces and went downstairs. Further down the block they had noticed an attractive Old English Inn and they walked there where they enjoyed a leisurely dinner.