As Amory slipped into Alec's B.V.

D.'s he found that his attitude toward the situation was agreeably humorous.

The aggrieved virtue of the burly man made him want to laugh.
"Anybody else here ?" demanded Olson, trying to look keen and ferret-like.
"Fellow who had the rooms," said Amory carelessly.

"He's drunk as an owl, though.

Been in there asleep since six o'clock." "I'll take a look at him presently." "How did you find out ?" asked Amory curiously.
"Night clerk saw you go up-stairs with this woman." Amory nodded; Jill reappeared from the bathroom, completely if rather untidily arrayed.
"Now then," began Olson, producing a note-book, "I want your real names--no damn John Smith or Mary Brown." "Wait a minute," said Amory quietly.