Carr heard him sternly questioning them, on which he said:
“Those chaps aren’t to blame, colonel. I didn’t come in that way. If you’ll take a look behind the bed, you’ll see another door. They brought me in there. I was rather queer and only half knew what was up.”
We looked and saw a door where he said. Pushing the bed aside, we opened it, and found ourselves on the back staircase of the premises. Clearly the President had noiselessly opened this door and got out. But how had Carr got in without noise?
The sentry came up, and said:
“Every five minutes, sir, I looked and saw him on the bed. He lay for the first hour in his clothes. The next look, he was undressed. It struck me he’d been pretty quick and quiet about it, but I thought no more.”
“Depend upon it, the dressed man was the President, the undressed man Carr! When was that?”
“About half-past two, sir; just after the doctor came.”
“The doctor!” we cried.
“Yes, sir; Dr. Anderson.”
“You never told me he had been here.”