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"
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
do
n'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
inside
.
"
Good-by
,
"
said
Olson
.
He
reached
in
his
pocket
suggestively
,
but
Amory
snorted
,
and
,
taking
the
girl
's
arm
,
turned
away
.
