"No name is given to the hotel, but The Star will know.

Good Heavens! if he should die!" Her florid face was set and white as she took her seat in the cab.

"To The Star office--quick!" she said to the driver, and there was command in the slam of the door.
To the city editor she abruptly said: "I want to find the man who wrote this article on 'Black Mose.' I want to find the hotel where he is." The editor was enormously interested at once.

"Harriman is on the night force and at home how, but I'll see what I can do." By punching various bells and speaking into mysteriously ramifying tubes he was finally able to say: "The man is at a little hotel just across the river.

I think it is called the St.Nicholas.It isn't a nice place; you'd better take some one with you.