“I had the same trouble when I opened it,” said Frank, who was hurrying into his clothing as rapidly as possible.
“The confounded thing won’t come down, and that settles it,” cried Bob, hopelessly.
“Never mind, let it go. I am ready to start.”
Frank moved swiftly toward the door and unlocked it. As he did so, the face of Raymond appeared at the window.
“Quick!” whispered the young man, and he flung open the door for Bob to pass through.
The hotel-keeper saw at a glance that something was wrong. He whispered a few words to his companion, and Casco at once leaped into the chamber.
“There are two of them!” cried the scar-faced man. “You didn’t say he had a roommate.”
“He didn’t have. Stop them!”
Frank and Bob had passed into the hall-way. Casco made after them as noiselessly as possible.
In moving toward the stairs the two had to pass close to a dimly-burning lamp. As they did so, Casco uttered a cry of amazement.