She had written to have the best apartment in the house reserved for her, and then, merely because she had later been invited out to Fort Hays, and was consequently a day behind in arrival, had discovered that another woman--a base imposter, actually masquerading under her name--had been duly installed in the coveted apartment.
Driving in from the fort that morning, accompanied by two of the more susceptible junior officers, conscious that she had performed most artistic work the evening before in the spacious mess-hall, and feeling confident of comfortable quarters awaiting her, it had been something of a shock to be informed by the perturbed clerk that "15" was already occupied by another.

"A lady what come in last night, and I naturally supposed it was you." In vain Miss Maclaire protested, ably backed by the worshipful officers who still gallantly attended her; the management was obdurate.

Then she would go up herself, and throw the hussy out.

Indeed, too angry for bantering further words, Christie had actually started for the stairs, intending to execute her threat, when the perspiring Tommy succeeded in stopping her, by plainly blurting out the exact truth.
"Don't you ever do it," he insisted.

"The marshal brought her in here, and fired a fellow out o' the room so as to give it to her.