Baldpate Inn has SEVEN keys. The novelist has one. The other six fall into the hands of six apparent lunatics--(1) a hermit who flees from barbers and women has a key, (2) a peroxide blonde who "just loves" men has a key, (3) a college professor who has been laughed out of his job has a key, (4) a political "boss" who eats cigars alive and he has a key, (5) a Belle of High Societee has a key, (6) a bold, bad clubman who has a key and--The Girl. She (bless her) hasn't a key, you notice, but she provides one--to the mystery that Baldpate Inn immediately becomes soaked in.could get no further. "Yes," said Mr. Magee brightly, slipping into a rocking-chair. "Yes, I'm going to spend the next few months at Baldpate Inn." Mrs. Quimby, who seemed to have settled into a stout little mound of a woman through standing too long in the warm presence of her stove, came forward and inspected Mr. Magee. "Of all things," she murmured. "It's closed," expostulated Mr. Quimby; "the inn is closed, young fellow." "I know it's closed," smiled Magee. "That's the very reason I'm going to honor it with my presence. I'm sorry to take you out on a night like this, but I'll have to ask you to lead me up to Baldpate. I believe those were Hal Bentley's instructions--in the letter." Mr. Quimby towered above Mr. Magee, a shirt-sleeved statue of honest American manhood. He scowled. "Excuse a plain question, young man," he said, "but what are you hiding from?" Mrs. Quimby, in the neighborhood of the stove, paused to hear the reply. Billy Magee laughed.
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