"Let me see the plan," said Hamilton, and his subordinate produced the cartridge paper.
"H'm!" said Hamilton, after a careful scrutiny. "Very pretty. But how did you get into your room?"
"Through the door, dear old officer," said the sarcastic Bones.
"I thought it might be through the roof," said Hamilton, "or possibly you made one of your famous dramatic entries through a star-trap in the floor—
"'Who is it speaks in those sepulchral tones?
It is the demon king—the grisly Bones!
Bing!'
"and up you pop amidst red fire and smoke."
A light dawned on Bones.
"Do you mean to tell me, jolly old Ham, that I forgot to put a door into my room?" he asked incredulously, and peered over his chief's shoulder.
"That is what I mean, Bones. And where does the passage lead to?"
"That goes straight from my sleepin' room to the room marked L," said Bones, in triumph.