Hotel at The End of The Road

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"The cops are right behind us,"Riviera said. "Put it up to 90." He leaned out the window. Behind the fleeing car was a police car, with siren wailling and red light flashing.

"I’m hitting the side road ahead," Black grunted. He turned the wheel and the car turned into the winding road-spraying gravel.

The uniformed policeman scratched his head. "Where did they go ?".

His partner frowned. "I don’t know. They just - disapeared ."

"Look," Black said. "Lights ahead."

"It’s a hotel," Riviera said wonderingly. "Out on this wagon track, a hotel ! If that don’t beat all ! The police’ll never look for us there."

Black, unheeding of the car’s tires, stamped on the brake. Riviera reached into the back seat and got a black bag. They walked in.

The hotel looked just like a scene out of the early 1900s.

Riviera rang the bell impatiently. An old man shuffled out. "We want a room," Black said.

The man stared at them silently.

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