“Where is his room?”
“At the head of the stairs.”
Colonel Barton ascended the stairs and stood before Prescott’s door.
He gave a startling rap.
There was no response.
He tried the door. It was locked. He endeavored to force open the door, but it was firm.
“I will open the door,” said the giant negro. “Stand back.”
His head was like a battering ram. He drew back, bent forward, and struck the door with the top of his head.
Crash!