“I do,” replied Maurice. “Don't you recognize me? Have I changed so since I came here to doctor a sprained ankle?”
“You?—Before God, Herr, I was helpless; I had nothing to do with it!” terrified at the peculiar smile of the victim.
“The key to this gentleman's room,” was the demand.
“I—”
“The key, and be quick about it.”
The key came forth. “You will say nothing, Herr; it would ruin my business. It was a police affair.”
“Has any one been in this room since?”
“No, Herr; the key has been in my pocket.”
“Where is the porter who brought me here?”
“He was not a porter; he was with the police.”