He marched resolutely up to the desk and roused the sleeping clerk, who swung round the register.

The unknown without hesitance inscribed his name, which was John Hawksley.

But he hesitated the fraction of a second before adding his place of residence--London.
"A room with a bath, if you please; second flight.

Have the man call me at seven." "Yes, sir.

Here, boy!" Sleepily the bellboy lifted the battered kitbag and led the way to the elevator.
"Bawth!" said the night clerk, as the elevator door slithered to the latch.