<div style="text-align: justify;">The woman who had been outside the store made her way down the street, looking for a cab back to the hotel. It wouldn't do to spend too much time following these two around. And she had to get back to the hotel and meet up with someone important. Her plans were coming to fruition, and very soon things would improve in her life. She just needed to be patient and cunning enough.<br/><br/>With these happy thoughts in mind, and humming a popular American song, the woman called for a cab and back to the hotel she went, excited to meet with the new mysterious guest. <br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">*****************************</div><br/>Back at the hotel, everyone seemed surprised at that man. Yet, they had to kick into professional mode. After all, the man was a guest. And one never knew what he was. He might be an artist, they were usually strange fellows. All right, he didn't look like one, but one never knew. So they'd better be nice to the man and please him so he would stay.<br/><br/>When the man said those three words, the clerk nodded and made a gesture for the man to wait. She went for her supervisor, who knew how to speak English, and the man nodded politely to the man.<br/><br/>"Hello, sir", the man greeted without appearing surprised at the man's attire.<br/><br/>When the man asked for a room, the supervisor seemed a little surprise. It wasn't his job to police people, though. As long as the man had money to pay, the rest wasn't his problem.<br/><br/>"Of course, sir. Is there a preference for a floor, or a view? The front gives a lovely view of the street, and from the back, the Seine can be seen", he offered politely. Business is business, after all, no matter how poorly someone dresses. And at least this one seemed to have decent manners.<br/><br/>While he waited for the man to decide, the supervisor asked the clerk - in French - to find someone who had a basic grasp of English to lead the new guest to his room.</div>