"Oh, you're all right. You're just staying here for a few days."
"But what happened? Did the hotel catch fire? Did I get hurt? Did they bring me here?"
"I brought you here, but the hotel did not catch fire."
"Then why am I not there—in my own room?"
"This is your room for a while."
Something in the man's smile roused Roy's suspicions.
"What do you mean?" he asked quickly.
"Now keep quiet and you'll be all right," spoke Mr. Wakely, in what he meant to be a soothing tone. "You can't help yourself. You're here, and you're going to stay."
All of Roy's energies were aroused. He believed he had been brought to the place for the purposes of robbery. But how had it been done without his knowledge? He started to leave the bed.
"No you don't!" exclaimed Mr. Wakely. "You stay right there."