Bundle watched, fascinated. But the door did not open. Instead the knob returned slowly to its original position. What did it mean?
Suddenly Bundle came to a resolution. Jimmy, for some unknown reason, had deserted his post. She must get hold of Bill.
Quickly and noiselessly, Bundle fled along the way she had come. She burst unceremoniously into Bill's room.
"Bill, wake up! Oh, do wake up!"
It was an urgent whisper she sent forth, but there came no response to it.
"Bill," breathed Bundle.
Impatiently she switched on the lights, and then stood dumfounded.
The room was empty, and the bed had not even been slept in.
Where then was Bill?
Suddenly she caught her breath. This was not Bill's room. The dainty négligé thrown over a chair, the feminine knick-knacks on the dressing-table, the black velvet evening dress thrown carelessly over a chair—Of course, in her haste she had mistaken the doors. This was the Countess Radzky's room.