I'll pull a couch under the instrument and sleep with my clothes on.

If I shove my head beneath a tap I'll be as right as rain.

Home, Arthur." Then Curtis entered the hotel, and a night-porter took him up in the elevator.

When he opened the door of Suite F.its tiny lobby was in darkness, but the lights in the sitting-room were switched on.
Evidently, then, neither he nor Devar was mistaken in identifying those illuminated windows when the chase led them past the hotel.

But he was struck instantly by the fact that the door leading to Hermione's room was wide open, and, before he could assimilate this singular fact, he saw a note lying on a small table just where it must catch his eye on entering his own bedroom.
Curtis was no soothsayer, but he was endowed with a penetrating and usually accurate judgment, and he knew at once that Hermione had left him.