I imagine it just did. It's a nasty business. [She opens the latch of her bag and pulls out a slim brass case, from which in turn she offers him a piece of thick cream-colored paper, about three inches by an inch and a half, printed with an engraving of a cluster of mushrooms and the words "Sonja Klee" and slightly smaller, "Advocate." In the lower left corner, in careful tight handwriting, "Royal Bethlehem Hotel" has been added.] My card. If I'm about and she becomes more aggressive about it, please don't hesitate to inform me. I'll do what I can to help.