“Very good. The officer can go right up to his room. I will go up one corridor and you the other. Then we have him trapped.”
“Splendid!”
The detectives had laid their plan well. As a matter of fact, their surmises were correct.
Martin Van was in his room.
He did not dream, of course, that the Bradys had penetrated his disguise.
It was his purpose to follow them like a lynx and at a favorable moment strike one or both down with his own hand.
The officer secured by Harry carried out his part of the programme.
He proceeded to the door of Van’s room and rapped.
At first there was no answer.
Then a movement in the room was heard and a voice said: