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"Yes, we do," Penny replied. "And neither the bellhop nor the desk clerk will suspect that there's nothing in there but my clothes, including, incidentally, a rather risque negligee."
Matt remembered Jensen saying he would put her bag in the car. He looked in the back seat. There was a fairly large suitcase, made out of what looked like a Persian rug.
"You really came prepared, didn't you?" he asked.
"Life is full of little surprises," Penny said. "What's wrong with being prepared?"
A bellman came out to the Mercedes in front of the lodge.
"Good evening, sir," he said. "Checking in?"
"Yes."
"I'll take the luggage, sir, and I'll take care of the car. If you'll just leave the keys?"
Penny took his arm as they walked across the lobby to the desk. " My name is Payne," Matt said to the man behind the desk. "I have a reservation."
"Yes, sir, I spoke to you on the phone."
Matt handed him his American Express card.
"I have to be in Philadelphia at eight," he said. "Which means Iwe-will have to leave here in the middle of the night. Is that going to pose any problems?"
"None at all, sir. Let me run your card through the machine. And then just leave, whenever you wish. We'll mail the bill to your home."
He pushed a registration card across the marble to him, and handed him a pen. At the very last moment, Matt remembered to write "M/M," for "Mr. amp; Mrs.," in front of his name.
"Thank you," the desk man said, and then raised his voice. "Take Mr. and Mrs. Payne to the Birch Suite, please."
They followed the bellman to the elevator, and then to a suite on the third floor. The Birch Suite consisted of a large, comfortably furnished sitting room, a bedroom with a large double bed, and a bath, with both a sunken bathtub and a separate tile shower.
Matt tipped the bellman and he left.
"The furniture's oak," Matt said. "They should call it 'the oak suite.'"
"Don't be critical," Penny called from the bedroom.
"I'm not being critical. It's very nice."
"The food's good too."
"How do you know that?"
"I've been here before, obviously."
With Tony the Zee? Is this where that Guinea gangster brought you? Why not? It's supposed to have a Mob connection.
"With my parents," Penny said. "Not what you were thinking."
"How do you know what I was thinking?"
"I usually know what you're thinking," Penny said. "Come look at this."
If you're referring to the double bed, I've seen it.
He walked to the bedroom door. Penny pointed at a bottle of champagne in a cooler, placed conveniently close to the bed.
"For what they're charging for this, a hundred and a half a night, they can afford to throw in a bottle of champagne," Matt said.
