They found nobody in Suite D. Mr. Garrettson had vanished! But they found on the bureau a long lavender automobile veil.
Jenkins and Dr. Pierson stared at each other in perplexity. At length Jenkins, red and uncomfortable, said to Dr. Pierson:
“I came up as soon as I got your telephone message; and—”
“I never telephoned you!” interrupted Dr. Pierson.
“Why, you said—”
“I didn't say it. I came up here because I got a message from the hotel—or so the voice said—to see Mr. Garrettson, who had been taken suddenly ill in Suite D. His companion, a young lady, was with him.”
“Damn!” said Jenkins, with ah uneasy look. He bethought him of the office, hastened to the telephone and told Walter Johnson all about the fake messages and Dr. Pierson's story.
“That was to throw us off the scent. Con. Steel has broken ten points, and—”
“It's a bear raid then!”
“Yes. But have the bears got W. H. Garrettson? If so, where? Hurry down!”