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The Losing Game - A Novel (1910) (Paperback)
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The Losing Game - A Novel (1910) (Paperback)
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CHAPTER III THE USUAL HAPPY ENDING WHEN he stepped into the hotel
Pound had very little of plan. There was very little within his
knowledge upon which to build one. He had an impression that the
man with the stick turned to look after him. His bag, brought by
the bus driver, already stood on the floor of the hotel office in
front of the desk. Behind the desk a sleepy-looking young man
regarded him with a bored expectancy, and mechanically dipped the
pen in ink for him to register. Taking the pen, Pound glanced over
his shoulder. The man with the stick certainly had turned and was
peering at him through the glass panel of the door. Pound wrote
coolly, "J. W. Smith, Chicago." His eye ran up the page of the
register. Five lines above the name he had written he saw, "Ellen
White, Wyandotte," in Emma'shand. He noted that her room was number
sixty- seven. Near the top of the page was "George Glass, Omaha,"
in Rexford's clumsy scrawl. He guessed that room sixty-seven would
be on the third floor, so he asked for a room in that story. The
upper floor was usually quieter, he explained. The clerk put "71"
opposite his name, then came around and took up his bag to show him
the way. The single incandescent lamp in the upper hall was set to
burn dimly, yet it gave rather more light than Pound cared for. As
they passed number sixty-seven he saw that it was dark and still.
In his own room he waited a long time? namely, ten minutes by his
watch. Then he turned out the light, opened the door very carefully
and tiptoed into the hall. His heart beat fast, for in half a
minute now he would know his luck. He stole to number sixty-seven
and tapped very gently on the panel. No answer came, and he tapped
a little louder, listening with all his ears. Then he gave a sigh
of relief; luck was w...
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