The humourous
side of the affair then struck Quincy, and taking a memorandum book
from his pocket, he said:
"I, too, am tenacious on one point. I never visit a hotel for the
first time without writing down the name of the clerk. Will you
oblige me?"
"Oh, certainly. Cass, Mr. Lorenzo Cass."
"Do you spell it with a 'C'?" asked Quincy, innocently, as he
pretended to write.
"Oh, certainly. C-a-s-s-."
"Thank you," said Quincy.
"We make it a rule, or rather my employer does, that tenants and
their callers shall be treated with civility and their wants attended
to promptly."
Again Quincy eyed the telephone stand with a view to its use as a
weapon.
"Ting-a-ling! Ting-a-ling! Miss Dana--yes, Mr. Cass--Mr. Quincy Adams
Sawyer, Junior, wishes to call upon you in your sitting-room. Is it
agreeable to you? Very well, he will come right up."
Mr. Cass replaced the receiver with deliberation, first unwinding a
tangled coil in the cord.
"Take the elevator--third floor--number 42--she insisted upon taking
that suite for some personal reason--"
Quincy waited to hear no more but started for the elevator. Mr. Cass
reached it as soon as he did, and motioned for the elevator man to
postpone the ascent until he had finished his remarks.
"The outside door is locked at eleven, Mr. Sawyer, but you have only
to turn the upper handle to insure an exit.
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