Jack led the way into the hotel. As he had said, a lawyer and an officer were waiting in the office. Two or three others were present.
In short order Frank swore out a warrant against Parker Flynn, charging the scoundrel with assault with murderous intent. The paper was placed in the hands of the officer to serve.
Up the stairs they went, officer, Merriwell, Diamond, and two or three others. They approached the door of a room before which stood Harold Dustan.
“He hasn’t offered to come out,” said Dustan, softly. “I think he is asleep.”
Rat-tat-tat!—the knuckles of the sheriff beat a tattoo on the panel of the door.
No answer. All was quiet within that room.
Again the sheriff knocked loudly, but still there was no answer. He turned the knob and shook the door.
“Open this door!” he commanded.
Not a sound from within.
“Open it, in the name of the law!”