CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Tooms and Tony decided to check out the hotels on West 59th Central Park South. They had been told about a hotel with a park view, of which there were many. They had tossed a coin as to where to start north or south. Heads had won the toss, so south it was.
As they entered the lobby of one of the hotels, they were met by a tall man with a broad smile wearing a blazer with the hotel’s name on it. He was thin, with a pencil moustache, his black hair brushed back as though it should reveal a large forehead, but in the event all there was to see was a receding hairline. His whole demeanour was that of a snake—even his face had a serpent’s aspect to it.
“Hello, gentlemen, may I help you?” asked the snake man, who was obviously the floor manager. Tony and Tooms showed him thei
