“Go ahead, sir,” he agreed, “what do you want to know?”
“What time did Mr Pollard come in this afternoon?”
“What time, Henry?” the clerk asked the doorman.
“’Bout quarter past six,” was the reply. “I come on at six, and I’d been here a bit before Mr Pollard came along.”
“What did he do?” went on Prescott, a little less certain of his convictions.
“Went up in the elevator.”
“Same elevator boy on now?”
“Yes, sir. The car’s up. Be down in a minute.”
It was; and the elevator boy related that he had taken Mr Pollard up as soon as he came into the hotel.
“Went right to his room, did he?”