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elaborate, but very cheap. There were pillows everywhere, on the floor, in the chairs. The place smelled
strongly of cheap incense.

Renny could see nothing anywhere that he recognized as belonging to him.

He stood there, peering about from aching eyes, and finally said, тАЬHoly cow!тАЭ again, explosively.

He stumbled to the writing desk, pawed open a drawer, and found the hotel stationery:

HOTEL PRINCE ROYAL

KANSAS CITY, MO.

Well, at least he was in Kansas City.

He made for the bathroom, where there would be a mirror. Because he had seen his hands earlier, he
was somewhat prepared for what he saw when he looked into the mirror. But he gave a horrified croak
at the sight.
 Chapter II
THE face in the mirror was somewhat the size and shape of the countenance Renny had been
accustomed to shaving mornings. But that was about as far as the resemblance went. The visage which
confronted him in the mirror was undeniably evil, dissipated, unpleasant. The complexion was pastyтАФas
bad as the coloring of the clerk downstairsтАФand the eyebrows were a rusty red, as was the hair. Renny
didn't have red hair. The face wasn't his.

Scowling at the face, Renny said, тАЬI'll take another look at you later.тАЭ

He stumbled back into the living room. He was very tired. I feel, he thought, like the morning after a
tough night.

He sank down in a chair, rested his head against the back, and endeavored to get his brain to do
something that bore some resemblance to thinking. The effort was not very successful. He could
recollect, with a hazy unreality, what had happened since he had awakened a few minutes ago in the
taxicab. But before thatтАФback to the time he had leaned back in his seat in the plane and gone to
sleepтАФthere was a gap.

He could recall the little brown one-eyed imp who had said he was a mystic, whatever that was. Renny
grimaced. The mystic was certainly a nut. Renny couldn't recall having disliked anyone so intensely on
such a short acquaintance.

He did get one foggy idea, which led him to pick up the telephone, and, when the girl's voice
soundedтАФthe telephone operator at the hotel, probablyтАФhe asked, тАЬWhat date is this? What day of the
month?тАЭ

тАЬWhy, Friday, Mr. Gerson,тАЭ said the operator.

Friday! Renny had left New York on Thursday.

тАЬFriday, the first week in October?тАЭ Renny asked.