Beresford decided that the Rain-Girl was going to the Imperial. As a matter of fact there was nowhere else for a taxi taking that direction to go. His own driver, taking his instructions literally, drew up within half a yard of the Rain-Girl's vehicle. Beresford cursed him under his breath, and strove to squeeze himself out of sight. The man evidently appreciated the situation, as he showed no surprise at Beresford's not alighting.
Having opened the door of the Rain-Girl's taxi and handed her out, the hall-porter lifted down her luggage and placed it on the ground beside him. He then came to Beresford's vehicle and was about to open the door when Beresford leaned forward. "Can I have a room?" he enquired.
"Yes, sir, I think so, if you'll enquire at the office."
"I want you to enquire for me. Perhaps you'll ask the clerk to come and speak to me," and he handed the man a half crown.
"Certainly, sir," and the man ran up the steps, reappearing a minute later followed by a dark little man, perfect in dress and deportment.
Beresford explained his requirements.
Yes, everything could be arranged to monsieur's entire satisfaction. When would monsieur want the room? That night? Certainly, and would he take dinner? He would. A deposit? It was not necessary. Monsieur insisted? The man shrugged his shoulders to imply that he took the two one-pound notes merely as a concession to monsieur;
