Mike Enslin still rotating opened the door when I saw Olina, the
manager of the hotel "Dolphin" sitting in a large armchair lobby. U
Mike heart fell. "Still, I should bring a lawyer" - he thought. Well,
too late. And even if Olin will try to build another cordon or two
between him and the number 1408, maybe it's just not so bad. In his
book appear a few extra pages.  The door was left behind only Mike,
and Olin has been sent to him, stretching Kozlov pen. "dolphin"
located at the Sixty-first Street, the Fifth Avenue of step, low, but
a beautiful building. Men and women in evening toilets went past Mike,
as he shook hands outstretched manager, tentatively perekinuv small
suitcase in the left arm. The woman, blond, was, naturally, in black,
and light, floral scent of her perfume symbolized New York. At the
attic someone in a bar playing "Day and Night", another stroke
inimitable atmosphere of the Big Apple.