Ben Hansen
Three hours later, they stumbled back into the hotel.
"You could have said that you couldn't ride a bike," Hugh said.
"No time," Ben panted, nursing a sprained ankle.
"Well, now we'll never find that bellboy."
"True, but then again we can find out what was in that letter."
"But one of the conditions -"
"Who's going to tell?"
"The corpse?"
Fortunately, it only took three minutes to place a call and get
Graham's body wheeled out on a stretcher, telling the paramedics the
conditions of their employment all the way.
"Now, to the letter, Johnny!" Ben screeched, one index finger pointing
wildly at the ceiling.
"Leave me out of this," said Johnny.
And they did.
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