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AMORY, SON OF BEATRICE
SPIRES AND GARGOYLES
THE EGOTIST CONSIDERS
NARCISSUS OFF DUTY
THE DEBUTANTE
EXPERIMENTS IN CONVALESCENCE
YOUNG IRONY
THE SUPERCILIOUS SACRIFICE
THE EGOTIST BECOMES A PERSONAGE

 

An instant's pause. 

 

"Stella Robbins," she faltered finally. "General Delivery, Rugway, New 

Hampshire." 

 

Olson snapped his note-book shut and looked at them very ponderously. 

 

"By rights the hotel could turn the evidence over to the police and 

you'd go to penitentiary, you would, for bringin' a girl from one State 

to 'nother f'r immoral purp'ses--" He paused to let the majesty of his 

words sink in. "But--the hotel is going to let you off." 

 

"It doesn't want to get in the papers," cried Jill fiercely. "Let us 

off! Huh!" 

 

A great lightness surrounded Amory. He realized that he was safe and 

only then did he appreciate the full enormity of what he might have 

incurred. 

 

"However," continued Olson, "there's a protective association among the 

hotels. There's been too much of this stuff, and we got a 'rangement 

with the newspapers so that you get a little free publicity. Not the 

name of the hotel, but just a line sayin' that you had a little trouble 

in 'lantic City. See?" 

 

"I see." 

 

"You're gettin' off light--damn light--but--" 

 

"Come on," said Amory briskly. "Let's get out of here. We don't need a 

valedictory." 

 

Olson walked through the bathroom and took a cursory glance at Alec's 

still form. Then he extinguished the lights and motioned them to follow 

him. As they walked into the elevator Amory considered a piece of 

bravado--yielded finally. He reached out and tapped Olson on the arm. 

 

"Would you mind taking off your hat? There's a lady in the elevator." 

 

Olson's hat came off slowly. There was a rather embarrassing two minutes 

under the lights of the lobby while the night clerk and a few belated 

guests stared at them curiously; the loudly dressed girl with bent head, 

the handsome young man with his chin several points aloft; the inference 

was quite obvious. Then the chill outdoors--where the salt air was 

fresher and keener still with the first hints of morning. 

 

"You can get one of those taxis and beat it," said Olson, pointing to 

the blurred outline of two machines whose drivers were presumably asleep 


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