"Breakfast, then, perhaps. We still are serving breakfast."
Sutton hesitated, suddenly aware that he was hungry. And he wondered for a moment how food would strike his stomach.
"I could find a screen," said Ferdinand.
Sutton shook his head. "No. I better get cleaned up and shaved. Send me up some breakfast and a change of clothes."
"Scrambled eggs, perhaps. You always liked scrambled eggs for breakfast."
"That sounds all right," said Sutton.
He turned slowly from the desk and walked to the elevator. He was about to close the door when a voice called:
"Just a moment, please."
The girl was running across the lobby…rangy and copper-haired. She slid into the elevator, pressed her back against the wall.
"Thanks very much," she said. "Thanks so much for waiting."