“Anyone been in here since you were struck?” he questioned.
“Joe Wells and the night editor. Possibly a few of the reporters.”
The officer stooped and picked up an object lying on the floor. It was a door key.
“Yours?” he asked, showing it to Flash.
“Why, no!”
“But you recognize it?”
“Well, it looks like one of the keys from Old Herm’s ring.”
“Old Herm?”
“The night watchman.”
“Comes in here often, does he?”