CHAPTER SEVEN
"Did you and Mrs. Alston enjoy your dinner, Mr. Alston?"
"Very much," John said. "You were right- the lobster was better than good." He showed the hotel's dining room cashier his room key.
"Oh I don't need to see that anymore, Mr. Alston. We know you."
"You know, I've been wondering about that," Rosalind said. "How do you know our names?"
The woman smiled. "I took the trouble to find out who the nice couple in eleven-oh-seven are. And I remembered. Isn't it fun to be called by name where you're total strangers?"
"More than you know," Rosalind Alston said, with a secret smile and a swift swerve of her eyes toward John. "But-why? I mean, why'd you... check on us?"
"Oh, I wasn't checking on you, Mrs. Alston," the woman said, smiling. "You two have made a hit with the wait
