Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. With a gesture which was without any kind of emotional expression, the manager indicated the silent crumpled figure on the floor and gave the room number. She’d have thrown this thing if you hadn’t stopped her. ‘That will be very helpful to me. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow.