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The concierge called out to them as they were passing through the foyer.

Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.

The suitcases had come while they were out, and had been put in their room, the concierge said.