“I consider myself so,” confessed Merry; “but I would give any sum to know who entered my room last night. Of course the name on the register was false.”
“Are you certain?”
“Certain! Great Scott! You do not fancy for an instant that Burns was the man, do you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, I do!”
“You mean you think you do.”
“No; I mean that I know. Burns was not the man.”
“How do you know?”
“Why, hang it, Hodge! Why should that unfortunate old fellow wish to harm me, who has been his friend?”
“Somebody may have hired him to do it.”