Hotel room 1805 was clean. It wasn't even close to the style of living its guest had grown accustomed to. Just white walls, white sheets, a blue pillow, the smell of disinfectant, and decent room service. And not too many questions about a guest who never came out of his room after registering, ordering all his meals to the room. Bland, boring meals they were; oatmeal, bananas, rice porridge, boiled ham, boiled eggs, and warm, boiled water.
The maid, who frequently took some liberties with some fancier dishes, never even looked at the meals, so unappetizing they were. She always left the covered tray, with the daily newspapers on top, in front of the door. Each morning for the last month, she would leave the tray, knock on the door, and leave. It was interesting that the maid, a lover of
