He opened the door. The two men regarded each other briefly. "One might 
think we had come for an antique weapons convention," the gentleman said 
through his mustache. "Say, I'm frightfully sorry to have disturbed you, but I 
thought you might like to know that there are Fists in the hotel." He gestured 
down the corridor with his gun. Carl poked his head out and discovered a dead 
bellboy sprawled out in front of an open door, still clutching a long 
knife.