"I don't know," said Harry. "Perhaps Frank can tell you. He seems to have been throwing his boots about."
Frank, a little nettled, narrated what he had seen. Mr. Barclay smiled.
"You say the man was standing by Harry's bed," he observed. "Did you notice if he had a big knife in his hand?"
"He'd nothing but a match," Frank answered shortly.
"Now that's curious," said Mr. Barclay. "Do you suppose he meant to set the bed on fire, or have you any idea what he was doing?"
Frank heard a slight sound and looking around saw Mr. Oliver standing in the doorway, while just then a shout came down the passage, apparently from the hotelkeeper.
"What's the trouble? Is there anything wrong?"
"We're trying to find out," Mr. Barclay replied. "It doesn't seem to be serious, anyway."
"Then I'll put a few clothes on before I come along," said the voice, and a door banged.
"He seemed to be looking down at Harry's face," said Frank, who saw that Mr. Barclay was waiting an answer.