Sallie Cline smiled to the ginger gentleman politely as he turned away from her to make his way to Mr. Wilde's room. Mr. Wilde had said he would be needing no entertainment and expecting but one business partner that night. She shook her head with a bemused roll of her eyes while she finally closed the office for what she hoped would be the last time. Said gentleman was actually the fourth visitor that Mr. Wilde has received that day and Sallie was beginning to wonder if he actually wasn't the entertainment himself. She chuckled, that was a bit unfair of her to think. While Mr. Wilde's first visitor had obviously been an 'old friend' he'd just met, presumably at the fair, the other two had been men from Chicago and of apparent high standing. She recognized one as a professor from the University of Chicago but while the other was unknown to her, his stern dark suit and fine hat denoted his stature immediately. Now she mused over who this last gentleman might be and why one would meet a business partner after the dinner hour. She closed and locked the office door behind her as she retired to her own connected suite for the night.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, upstairs in the 'Khafre Room' Lee had finished supper and had time tidy himself up for the arrival of his last visitor of the night. His suite had been tidied up as well and looked as crisp as the moment he had walked in it that morning. While the downstairs reception area was well kept and of lovely decor, his room, and he supposed the other rooms as well, was almost lavish. First, it was very large. It was actually a suite having several rooms, so entertaining his guests for the day had been very easily done from the boarding house. Its appointments were exotic reproductions of Egyptian art as the crazed exploration of those mystic lands continued. There were richly covered furnishings and dry bar which Lee had stocked with the alcohol he'd sent out for. Looking around the place, he had to admit he felt a little pleasantly gaudy and rich.<br/><br/>His whole day had been as such. He'd enjoyed the fair for the better part of the morning and early afternoon. He'd met and brought home a new friend who had been on holiday from New York to see the Exposition. It was a short friendship, but a deep and meaningful one for certain, since Mr. Worth couldn't be long away from his family without suspicion. Lee's next visitor had been from the University, a friend of Dr. Grayson, a man who's cerebral company Lee had grown to enjoy. They had shared a few drinks and while they never ever discussed Lee's business, he was certain the Professor knew everything about him and had probably dissected corpses procured from Lee. However, always poised and proper, the very proper Professor neither mentioned that or his courtly love fixation on the wandering body thief.  As always, their meeting was a couple drinks, some wonderful conversation that spanned numerous subjects, and a few drawn out glances that made Lee wonder if they'd ever breech their unspoken attraction; especially with him lingering longer in Chicago. It was a thought that intrigued and terrified Lee at the same time for he feared that if they crossed that boundary, Lee would never feel the urge or need to roam again.<br/><br/><i>Tap. Tap. Tap.</i><br/><br/>The sound of MacClery's quiet rapping on the door roused Lee from his thoughts of the Professor and musings over his third visitor, the coroner, were pushed aside even before they had surfaced. His meeting with the coroner had gone well and thus business with MacClery might go well. He neatly placed his thoughts of the Professor to the back of his mind for later and opened the door. "Ah, Mr. MacCleary, please come in. I hope the weather held out for you; it looked like it might rain earlier today when I was out." Lee motioned for the older man to enter but lingered at the door a moment longer as he saw the man from the morning emerge from the Djosher Room just down the hallway. Lee watched for but a second to evade the man's notice as he closed the door. "Did you see that fellow? Foreigner." He said to MacCleary conversationally. "The boy who runs errands here says he's from Egypt."