Explore "The Mystery of Room 75" by Fred M. White on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
So far so good. Nothing could have fallen out better. For the present, at any rate, Wendover had marked his quarry down, and in all probability he would have a day or two in which to mark out a definite programme.
Garcia appeared to be a fixture in the hotel for the moment, and this was all in Paul's favor. He was feeling slightly dizzy, and there was a vibrant humming in his head when he made his way down the stairs. It was as if he had been drinking too much strong wine. The contrast, too, from that mysterious room with those masked figures to the brilliantly-lighted ball room, gay with laughter and glittering jewels, was almost too much, even for his splendid nerve. But he was not dwelling upon that now: his one aim was to get Zena away without further delay, before the inevitable discovery of the body of Leo Detmar must be made. And so far there had been no disclosure of that ghastly crime.