"But are you quite sure that you didn't imagine it?" Anthony asked tartly.
The policeman looked him over gravely.
"Boss, when I can see a man in black clothes staring down at me, letting off a little howl of fright, and then turning around and going into a window—when I can see that and it ain't there, I'll turn in my tin and go back to the docks. The guy came in this window and——"
"Well, since it is quite evident that he didn't, he couldn't have come in," the manager of the faultless hotel said hastily, as he caught Anthony's expression. "You've made a mistake in the window, officer. We'll go down and look up from the street again and see just what window you do mean."
"But——"
"We will not bother the gentlemen further," Mr. Dodbury said firmly.
Anthony nodded.
"Show them out, Wilkins. Come, Johnson."
"Wait a second," Johnson Boller said softly, as the others filed out of sight.
"Wait for what?"