"You're not a fugitive from justice, are you?
Can't a body rest a few minutes and have a drink, even?
Besides, I am going to see what kind of a place you've been living in, and then I'll know how thankful you'll be for what we got to offer." Eileen turned and threw open the door.

The big woman walked in.

She looked down the hall, up the stairway, and went on to the living room.
She gave it one contemptuous glance, and turning, came back to the door.
"All right, Jim," she said brusquely.

"I have seen enough.

If you know the best hotel in the town, take me there.