CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Mr. Ormville Is AghastWhen Mr. Ormville, the lawyer, arrived early next morning, he seemed more amused than annoyed to find a deputy sheriff asleep in his room. He was a tall, slim, distinguished old gentleman, beautifully turned out in dark-grey flannels, and he wore a folding pair of tortoise-shell eyeglasses on a black ribbon. Sam was a little afraid of him; he was, besides, outraged by Hoskins’ presence in Room 22.
“You know you hadn’t any business stayin’ here all night,” he said. “We loaned you the room yesterday just to accommodate the Cowdens. What’s the idea?”
“Never mind.” Mr. Ormville tipped Sam, whose long vigil, just coming to an end, had left him looking rather wan, and watched him leave with a benignant smile.
“I’m awful sorry.” Hoskins collected his coll
