How to steal a hotel safe unnoticed

He apparently needed to go to an address in Kensington, where he was to meet an art dealer,

and acted quite stupidly when Rita tried to explain him how he could get there. Besides, he made some big fuss about an object he had placed in the hotel safe. He wanted to know how burglar-proof the hotel safe was and acted up loudly about it. He seemed to have doubt about the security of the hotel. Fortunately, Smith was not anywhere around, he would certainly have questioned Rita's competence because the guest was getting that loud and drawing other peoples Attention on them. But it was not Ritas fault, infact, she remained perfectly polite, answering all his mostly stupid questions, and smiled kindly. When he finally disappeared through the hotel entrance, Rita breathed a sigh of relief. She joined Heather, who was just finishing a bill for a guest. "My God," she whispered. This guy had definitely some screw loose, did you just get that? " Heather nodded hammering with Swift fingers on the computer keyboard. Smith had just stepped out of the elevator again, accompanied by two elderly ladies. His gaze wandered with clenched eyes at the front desk. Apparently he found nothing he could complain about and disappeared with the two ladies through the entrance door. Rita was still exhausted from her conversation with the guest from before. "These nouveaux riches, these artisans are quite exhausting. I wonder what a guy like that has to do with art. Well, when I think about it, artists are sometimes rather strange guys. mean maybe he is some famous painter, as painters are, if I remember well sometimes a Little intense. Some cut off their ear, and others kidnap nuns. " Heather lifted her gaze from the Computer grinning; "Who kidnapped a nun?" "Well, Goya, you philistine." She seemed to think about something and Heather looked at her questioningly; "What's going on, what's up in your tired out Little brain?" Rita looked at her punishingly; "I am fine, my stiff party pooper friend. I just wondered where Gozo is, because that is why our difficult guest comes from. Heather shrugged, she didnt care where this hollow head came from and she made no secret about it. It was not until she heard Rita's voice that her interest was suddenly aroused. "I have looked it up, Gozo is the sister island of Malta and is located near Sicily." Heather was suddenly all ears; "What's the name of the guest?" "Marcos Codero" "What are you saying?" Heather was suddenly standing next to Rita, whispering, "there's a connection to the hot guy, Yaros Nirros I mean." She looked at Rita meaningfully. "He's his uncle, I mean he's the uncle he was going to meet here." Rita looked at her in surprise, but could not say anything else, as a guest came to the front desk and asked her about excursions

Damn Heather could hardly wait until the guest lef, Travis was standing at the information desk, which was clearly indicated, but no one hardly ever asked Travis for excursions, the guests wandered to the reception with all their worries and complaints and also with their plans for excursions.