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 I'm in this hotel. That's certain, or they wouldn't still be smokin' down there in that room. And Keudell himself doesn't know it yet, or he'd have tipped 'em off and had 'em duck for the open."

She sat deep in thought for a moment or two. The younger woman, who had slipped out of bed, began to dress.

"But this man you call Keudell wouldn't come here, to this room, would he?"

"Keudell'd do anything. And I guess we'll know his limit before the night is over." She rose to her feet and hurried across the room to make sure that the door was locked. Then, after further safeguarding this door by sliding to the heavy brass bolt screwed against it, she stood, with ruminative eyes, regarding the room.

"Is that 'Knock softly' sign still hangin' on the outside o' this door?"

"Yes," answered the, girl, as she thrust her white arms up through a petticoat.

"Well, go to the phone, please, and send a message down to the office. I see I'm goin' to be pretty low to-night, and I want yuh to warn 'em that your patient's not to be disturbed, not to be disturbed on any account."