The register was full so he didn't write it
down, but that was the name all right. And now you tote in another
one. What is this, anyhow--a family reunion?"
"You say a man by that name was here--asking for me?"
"Yep; I reckon he's asleep up-stairs, for he never showed up at supper."
"In what room, Pete?"
"Nine."
Westcott, with a swift word of excuse to Stella, dashed into the hall,
and disappeared up the stairway, taking three steps at a time. A
moment later those below heard him pounding at a door; then his voice
sounded:
"This is Jim Westcott; open up."
Timmons stood gazing blankly at the empty stair-case, mopping his face
with a bandanna handkerchief. Then he removed his horn-rimmed
spectacles, and polished them, as though what mind he possessed had
become completely dazed.
"Well, I'll be jiggered," he confessed audibly. "What's a comin' now,
I wonder?"
He turned around and noticed Miss Donovan, the sight of her standing
there bringing back a reminder of his duty.
"He was a sayin' as how likely yer wanted to go to bed, Miss.
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