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caused her problems in the past, and she had a
feeling it was going to cause her more in the future. She shook her
head in disagreement.
    "I'm not so sure about that."
     
     
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    CHAPTER 6
     
     
    "How soon did they say they'd send up our
dinner?” Maggie asked, moving off the bed, stretching
restlessly.
    As if in answer to her question she heard
the doors to the elevator down the hall open, and footsteps clicked
towards their room, accompanied by the muffled clatter of dishes
and cutlery. Dyna was up and across the room at the sound of the
first knock and a voice calling, "Room service!"
    She opened the door to a heavy-set woman
with salt and pepper hair which echoed her black and white uniform.
The woman picked up a large silver-domed tray from a cart and
stepped into the room, walking slowly, but when Maggie moved
forward with an offer of help she shook her head with a laugh.
    "Oh! No need. It's not all that heavy. I'm
just being careful so as not to spill the soup.” She set the tray
onto the table, and, with a practiced smoothness, pulled off the
silver dome, releasing enticing aromas.
    "There! Haven't carried one of those in a
while. I've been moved up to supervisor the last few years. But
they're in such a mess down in the kitchen, what with that awful
thing happening to one of their girls....” She paused, taking a
breath. "I decided to bring this up myself, otherwise you young
ladies would be waiting a good long time, and you don't need that
after all you've already gone through.” She smiled, and looked at
them with a maternal eye.
    "Thank you," Maggie said,
signing the bill and handing it to her, along with the tip. "That
was very kind of you.” Maggie was grateful, but not altogether pleased to find out
she and Dyna had acquired a kind of celebrity.
    "Not at all.” The woman
nodded her own thanks and pushed the tip into a pocket pulled tight
over wide hips. "And if you need anything while you're with us you
can ask for me: Burnelle. I'll try to take special care of you
while you're here. That is, if you are staying on, I mean, after what's
happened?"
    Maggie knew how she felt, but didn't know
about Dyna. She looked over at her, eyebrows raised
questioningly.
    Dyna shrugged. "If you're staying, I will
too. I've got nothing to hurry back to, and I've got a feeling
hotel security will be super-tight now. We'll probably be safer
here than back in the streets of Baltimore."
    Maggie wasn't so sure about that, but she
thought she would stay for at least a couple days, maybe more. She
didn't know if it was just stubbornness to stick with her original
plan of vacationing on her own, or something else. She turned back
to Burnelle.
    "I guess we won't go rushing off just
yet."
    "Well, I'm glad. We hate to see you going
away with only bad memories of our Highview. But it surely was a
terrible thing. That poor, sweet girl. I wondered, what did the
sheriff have to say about who done it?"
    Dyna was already digging hungrily into her
dinner and answered between chews and swallows.
    "Not much. But... I
gathered they didn't have a lot to go on. I think... it was probably some
psycho lurking in the woods there."
    "Oh! My!” Burnelle shook
her head. "And to think it could have been any one, or more than one of our
girls. They seem to be always wandering around back there, smoking
their cigarettes. And of course, flirtin' with that tennis fellow,
the good-looking one. Though some said there was something going on
between him and that poor girl who was killed, and I wondered....
Well, never mind that. That's just idle gossip, and I don't believe
in gossip. Did they find footprints, or some kind of evidence?” She
pronounced it ev ee -dence.
    "No," Maggie said. I don't think they really
have much so far. Umm, is there a corkscrew or something for this?”
She held up the wine bottle whose cork was deeply imbedded.
    Burnelle took the bottle from her and pulled
a corkscrew from her apron pocket. She deftly worked in the