Looking around, I saw we had a small audience. A couple of heads were peering out of their doors, and my boss Chris was standing outside hers, gazing on in surprise.

"Wrong room," I announced. I turned to Chris, "I'll just be a second, then we can go down and get some breakfast."

I retreated to my room, straightening my clothing and grabbing the retractable baton which I collapsed and slipped under my belt. Just in case they had friends. With my jacket on it was invisible.

The phone rang, and I thought about letting it go, in case the hotel had some complaint. I picked it up anyway, ready...