It's July 30th, 1917 in Manhattan at a hotel on Broadway.

A bellhop opens the door to a hotel room and shows two guests inside.

An older, well-dressed man in his 50s and a beautiful young woman in a short, pink dress.

He's closer and aged to the bellhop than the older man by far, but it's really not

of his business.

He throws open the curtains to lighten the place and heads for the door.

Enjoy your stay, Mr. Hardwick.

That's of course not the well-dressed man's name, but it's the one he gave to the fellow

at the front desk.

Discretion is important, especially for a man in his line of work.

Alone at last, the two lovers stare into each other's eyes.

But they're interrupted.

Hello?

No, I'm sorry.

No, you've got the wrong party.

The man hangs up the phone and returns his gaze to the young woman sitting on the bed.

Now, where were we?

The older man tanks off his hat and sits on the bed.

But just as he sits beside her, they're interrupted again.

Startled the two lovers leap to their feet.

The door bursts open and two strangers rush inside.

They're not police, or maybe they are, but they're dressed in plain clothes.

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