Glen Corbett. Martin Milner (shown at bottom, asleep) has a job waiting for him at the Sheraton-Ritz. They shot all over the hotel. I wish they'd done the same for the Nicollet, shown on the left, but you can't have everything.

The shots have an oddquality when taken out of context; strange isolated moments from 1963, as fraught with mystery and uncertainty as this paragraph is fraught with pretention.