10/31 "Do you know who owns the controlling interest in this hotel? It's somebody you met over there and have reason to remember." A sound escaped, from the throat of Colonel Gray--not a cry, but rather a gasp of amazement, or of rage. "I thought--" His guest leaned forward over the desk, with face twitching. Passion had driven the blood from it, and his whole expression was one of such hatred, such fury, the metamorphosis was so startling, that the hotel man stiffened in his chair and stared upward in sudden amazement. |