“You’re a great guesser, kid.” Bill grinned and nodded.
“Where’s Tunbridge?” asked Mr. Sanborn.
Dorothy motioned toward the door. “In there. He’s got a broken head and he’s tied up into the bargain. Laura Lawson did it. That’s her room.”
“We’ve got to get the door down,” said Bill, and he stepped back for a rush.
“Just a sec, Bill!” Dorothy fired three shots from Lawson’s automatic into the lock.
“Smart girl!” Ashton Sanborn opened the door to disclose the detective-butler bound and unconscious, lying on the floor. Otherwise the room was empty of occupants. “I thought as much,” muttered the secret service man, while Dorothy ran to Tunbridge and began to cut his bonds. “They have beat it, all right!”
“Secret passage?” This from Bill.
“Yes, the walls are honeycombed with them. But Tunbridge never learned the secret of this room, poor fellow.”
“Doctor Winn would know,” said Dorothy. “His suite is right at the end of this corridor. He must surely be awake with all this racket going on.”
“I’ll get him.” Mr. Sanborn was half way to the door. “Look after Tunbridge, you two. Better phone for a doctor.” He was gone.