two
minutes after eight
Bryce rolled over sleepily and picked it up . `` Eight A.M. L.S. S.S. Sir , '' said the soft voice of the desk clerk . `` Okay , '' he grunted , glancing at his watch and hanging up . It was two minutes after eight , but he did n't check her up on it . If he placed the voice rightly , it belonged to an exceptionally pretty brunette . He had not tried to date her yet , but she looked accessible , and Mona was becoming tiresome . He turned the dial in the headboard that reversed the polarization of the window and rose reluctantly , stretching as sunlight flooded the room .