TENTACLE HOTEL
Charles watched the latest guests arrive from the sanctuary of the reception desk. Two pretty young women; sisters, he guessed. As with most of the tourist types, they lingered under the Gothic arch and read the history of the hotel. There were lots of original features in this Victorian London hotel. Some were obvious, others less so!
“Good afternoon, ladies,” he greeted them. “Welcome to The Pentonville Hotel. I am Mr Horsefield, the front of house manager. Do you have a reservation?”
“Yes,” said the older of the two. Charles guessed at twenty-five. “A twin room in my name, Sally Benton.”
Charles took in the American accent and then had a quick look at the screen. “Ah yes,” he smiled. “We have upgraded you to one of our Gothic suites on the ground floor. Is that okay?”
