An intimate word or two and she was in a flutter.
She sidetracked her chewing gum, completely ignored her other customers, and helped him select a handful of her choicest sixty-cent Havanas.

When he finally decided to have her send the rest of the box of fifty up to his room and signed for them, she considered the transaction a tribute to her beauty rather than to her ability as a saleswoman.

Her admiring eyes followed him clear across the lobby.
Even the blase bell-captain, by virtue of his calling a person of few enthusiasms and no illusions, edged up to the desk and inquired the name of the distinguished stranger "from the No'th." Gray appeared to know exactly what he wanted to do, for he stopped at the telephone booths, inquired the number of the leading afternoon newspaper, and put in a call for it.

When it came through he asked for the city editor.

He closed the sound-proof door before voicing his message, then he began, rapidly: "City editor?
Well, I'm from the Ajax Hotel, and I have a tip for you.
I'm one of the room clerks.