FATE MEETS JOHNNY SMILING Johnny inspected his room and bath on the sixth floor and straightway began to worry about the bill.

The shaded reading lamp by the bed impressed him mightily, as did the smoking set on its own little mahogany stand, and the coat-hangers in the closet.

Johnny was accustomed to stopping in hotels where the furnishings were all but nailed down, and the little conveniences were conspicuously absent.
This, he decided, was a regular place; a home for millionaires.

He doubted very much whether the Thunder Bird was worth the furniture in this one room, and wondered at his own temerity in making free with it.
To brace his courage he must untie the roll of money Bland had given him in Tucson and count the bank notes twice.
"By golly, I can stand one night here, any way," he reassured himself finally, and took a long breath.
Just then a bell boy tapped discreetly on the door, and when Johnny opened it he slipped in with a pitcher of ice water, which he carried to a table with the air of a loyal henchman serving his king, which means that he was thinking of tips.

In the exuberance of his fresh sensation of affluence and his gratitude for the service, Johnny pulled off a five-dollar bill and gave it to the boy.