“No señor.”
“Did you see him go out?”
“I did not, señor.”
“He didn’t leave any word at the office?”
“He did not, señor.”
“It’s mighty queer what has become of him. I’ll go out and look for him myself.”
Leaving the apartment Hockley strolled into the office and took a look up and down the hot street and then into the wine-room. Of course he saw nothing of the man from Baltimore, who was now miles away. Much bewildered but still unsuspicious he went back to the office.
“He must have gone away shortly after you sent for your bag,” said the hotel keeper, who also spoke English.
“After I sent for my bag?” repeated Hockley. “I sent for no bag.”
“No?” The hotel keeper looked astonished. “He said you wished it, and we sent a boy after it. He took it to your room.”