“There's one down the street here,” he said. “I don't know anything about it.”
“I don't care. Any place.”
The rain had slackened and she stopped and gathered up her wet and straggled hair.
There was a bar underneath the hotel, and a flight of stairs led up to the office. They went up, and a man sitting behind the desk stared at them.
“I want to get a room for this lady,” said Samuel. “She's been caught in the rain.”
“Is she your wife?” asked the man.
“Mercy, no,” said he startled.
“Do you want a room, too?”
“No, no, I'm going away.”
“Oh!” said the man, and took down a key. “Register, please.”