“Anyt’ing wrong?” he interrogated.
“I guess not,” answered Duncan slowly. “You see we were talking over private matters, and so we fastened the door. We didn’t want any one to come in on us.”
“Dat’s all right. We know youse fellers here, and if yer want ter use dis room dat way when dere’s no game nor nuttin’ goin’ on, dere’s no objection.”
“We didn’t wish any one to overhear what we had to say. While we were talking somebody sneaked up there and slid open the panel. They must have turned off the lights, too.”
“Turned off der lights?”
“Yes. The lights went out and then came on again, although they were dim at first. There’s a switch outside the door, I believe?”
“Sure t’ing, dere’s a switch out dere, but I don’t see who it was dat monkeyed wit’ it.”
“Didn’t you encounter any one on the stairs?”
“No.”
“Any fellows in the other room?”