Sowerbutt's Visit

The two men had slipped through an unlocked rear door in the Savoy Hotel and found the Spanish businessman’s suite.  Seconds later, Sowerbutt was concealed behind the velvet curtains and Tipper was sitting at the back of a settee; the two men hardly pausing for breath after the lock on the door had succumbed. Through the open door to the bedroom, they could hear regular light snoring.

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, Sowerbutt checked the room for a briefcase.  Was that it by the desk, no. A dark patch on Tipper’s settee, no. A loud banging on the door interrupted Sowerbutt’s chain of thought.
The snoring stopped, a light went on in the bedroom and a ghostly figure in a white robe swept across the room.
“Senor Gonzales, I am so sorry to wake you so early. It is a matter of life and death,” a voice exclaimed.
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