The clerk snapped off the visaphone and turned back to the room.
"Good morning, Mr. Sutton," he said, in his cultured android voice.
Then he added, almost as an afterthought, "We've been wondering when you would show up."
"Twenty years," said Sutton, dryly, "is long-time wondering."
"We've kept your old suite for you," said the clerk. "We knew that you would want it. Mary has kept it cleaned and ready for you ever since you left."
"That was nice of you, Ferdinand."
"You've hardly changed at all," said Ferdinand. "The beard is all. I knew you the second that I turned around and saw you."
"The beard and clothes," said Sutton. "The clothes are pretty bad."
"I don't suppose," said Ferdinand, "you have luggage, Mr. Sutton."
"No luggage."