CHAPTER II
WHEN the day clerk arrived the night clerk sleepily informed him that the guest in Room 214 was without baggage and had not paid in advance.
"Leave a call?"
"No. I thought I'd put you wise. I didn't notice that the man had no grip until he was in the elevator."
"All right. I'll send the bell-hop captain up with a fake call to see if the man's still here."
When the captain—late of the A.E.F. in France—returned to the office he was mildly excited.
"Gee, there's been a whale of a scrap in Room 212. The chambermaid let me in."
"Murder?" whispered the clerks in unison.
"Murder your granny! Naw! Just a fight between 212 and 214, because both of 'em have flown the roost. But take a peek at what I found on the table."
It was a case of blue velours. The boy threw back the lid dramatically.
"War medals?"
"If they are I never piped 'em before. They ain't French or British." The captain of the bell-
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