Going up to the desk, he inquired:
"Can you accommodate me with a room?"
"Yes, sir; please enter your name."
The stranger entered his name with a flourish, as Felix Montgomery,
Syracuse.
"Room No. 237," said the clerk; "will you go up now?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Any luggage?"
"My trunk will be brought from the St. Nicholas in the course of the
afternoon."
"We require payment in advance where there is no luggage."
"Very well. I will pay for one day. I am not sure but I shall get
through my business in time to go away to-morrow."
Here the servant appeared to conduct Mr. Montgomery to his room.
"By the way," he said, turning back, as if it were an afterthought, "I
directed a boy to call here for me in about half an hour. When he comes
you may send him up to my room."
"Very well, sir."
Mr. Montgomery followed the servant upstairs to room No. 237. It was
rather high up, but he seemed well pleased that this was the case.
"Hope you won't get tired of climbing, sir," said the servant.
"No--I've got pretty good wind."
"Most gentlemen complain of going up so far."
"It makes little difference to me."
At length they reached the room, and Mr. Montgomery entered.
"This will answer very well," he said, with a hasty glance about him.
"When my trunk comes, I want it sent up."
"Yes, sir."
"I believe that is all; you can go.
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