“It is indeed,” Thomas said.

“She assured us you wanted the interior doors left unlocked so she could assist you early on Saturday morning.”

I stared at the heavy brass room keys hanging on the wall.

They looked incredibly solid, the kind of keys that could keep anyone out if you turned them.

“Did she ask for anything else?” I asked.

Thomas adjusted his left lapel again.

“She requested that we place a bottle of red wine in her room upon arrival on Friday.”