Even that failed to elicit a response.
Frank grew impatient.
“There must be a duplicate key,” he said. “Let’s have it.”
“I will get it,” said the clerk, and he started downstairs.
Frank knelt in front of the door and tried to peer through the keyhole, but he quickly said:
“There is a key in this lock on the inside!”
“Then he must be in there,” said Diamond. “It’s no use for him to play this kind of a game. We’ll have him soon.”
A sudden thought came to Merry. What if Flynn had committed suicide? The fellow was rattleheaded and desperate. Without doubt he drank heavily. No one could tell what such a man might do.
The clerk came with the key, but it could not be used. Again the sheriff demanded admittance, and again there was no answer.
“Break down the door!” said Frank.