CHAPTER XX
I drove to the hotel. There was no one in the lounge that I knew. I ran upstairs and tapped on Suzanne’s door. Her voice bade me “come in.” When she saw who it was she literally fell on my neck.
“ Anne, dear, where have you been? I’ve been worried to death about you. What have you been doing?”
“ Having adventures,” I replied. “Episode III of ‘The Perils of Pamela.’”
I told her the whole story. She gave vent to a deep sigh when I finished.
“ Why do these things always happen to you?” she demanded plaintively. “Why does no one gag me and bind me hand and foot?”
“ You wouldn’t like it if they did,” I assured her. “To tell you the truth, I’m not nearly so keen on having adventures myself as I was. A little of that sort of thing goes a long way.”
Suzanne seemed unconvi
