THE NIGHT AT THE HOTEL - SIEGFRIED LENZ The night receptionist regretfully shrugged his shoulders. 'It's all we have available ,' he said. 'And at this late hour you won't find a single anywhere. It's up to you , of course, if you want to try other hotels. Let me tell you, though, even this free bed in a double room will no doubt be gone should you decide to come back for it later.' 'Very well,' Schwamm said, 'I'll take it. Only. I'm sure you'll understand, I should like to know with whom I am sharing the room. Not that I'm afraid, I have no reason to be. Is my partner - as I suppose one might almost call a person with whom one is to spend a night-already in the room?' 'Yes. He's probably asleep.' Schwamm filled out the registration forms and handed them back to the receptionist: then he mounted the stars. As he came within sight of the room number, Schwamm instinctively slowed down, held his breath in the ho