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William Edward Graham strode into the lobby of the hotel like he always did, like he owned it and most of the rest of the known world. I walked behind him, carrying his briefcase and my own stuff in a duffel bag, partly because, as his assistant, I usually carried Mr.

Graham's briefcase on these business trips, and partly to avoid having to tip a bellhop to carry it upstairs for me. You can pack a suit in a duffel bag Behind us, a bellhop wielded a luggage trolley with suitcases on it Not to mention the suit bags, because his suits were Italian silk and would wrinkle inside a duffel bag.

Graham, but that wasn't surprising. We were here to consider investing in this hotel, it and the grounds around, which included a ski lift and sundry other attractions. A great place to spend a week or a year They had been popular Now, people traveled further in order to get away from it all.

Graham said firmly. We will meet with Mr. Fredericks at three o'clock. Not before, if you please, it was a horribly long trip up here and we wish to relax. Graham, and we were taken to our rooms with no further static.

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A suite, two bedrooms, by vanishing into my room and using the bathroom when we arrived, I was able to avoid the bellhops. Mind you, I'm no cheapskate, but I was living an active travel life on a limited salary, the expenses ate up my income as quick as it came in.

A five-dollar-bill to a bellhop anything less would have been gauche was a drain I didn't need just then if I could avoid it, and I could. Besides, Graham tipped them better than I could have, the three bellhops each got a twenty out of that little trek with the suitcases, and he turned to me with a smile.

Graham laughed, his face--handsome enough in repose, it was handsome in a different way when he laughed, which was too seldom, the lines of his fiftyish face bit into his face, forming a frame to the smile--flushed almost red with his jollity, enhancing the white hair on either side of his head; the hair on top was still mostly brown.

Graham said. Then we unload it on some sucker who wants to open his own hotel and has the money. Not a lot of money to be made here, no, but it will pay out a couple of million dollars over the next five years. Again he laughed, now an indulgent chuckle at my naivete.

You just have to play the game so that the value is maximized, that's all. But you're new at this. Look at it this way, then. He's getting his chance, it's not our fault if he blows it. He clapped a strong hand on my shoulder. Now, let's hit the shower and get some grub.

I'm starving.