CHAPTER FIFTEENGamadge Refuses a Drink
A succession of porters escorted Gamadge and his bag into the lobby of the Hotel Biltmore, and a pageboy led him to the desk. He engaged two rooms and a bath, explained that his friend might or might not arrive by a late train, and was taken up in the elevator. Once in his room, he made as careful a toilet as the contents of his bag allowed; he then dined in the grill.
Afterwards he took a cab to his garage. He seemed rather anxious about the weather, and consulted the taxi driver. “I don’t think it’s going to rain,” he said.
“I don’t, too.”
Gamadge transferred himself to his own car and drove uptown. He stopped several doors east of the Smiles apartment, got out, and walked slowly along towards the columned doorway, his head in the air; he was co
