“At the rear of the house on the second floor, sir. Please, won’t someone do something?”
“I should advise you to notify the hotel proprietor and leave the matter in his charge,” suggested Grace. “Pardon me, but please give me the exact location of your room.”
The woman did so in a few words. Colonel Scott said Grace’s advice was good and suggested that the woman and her husband go at once to their room.
“I will send the proprietor to you,” he continued. “You know we do not wish to create a sensation here.”
“I know. But, Colonel, that is not getting my jewels back,” protested the woman.
Colonel Scott motioned to the woman’s husband to take her away, after which the colonel went into the hotel to look for the proprietor. Stacy Brown strolled in after the couple. The fat boy went on upstairs keeping at a discreet distance behind the woman and her husband, and saw them enter their room. Adjoining it was a short hall leading off from the main corridor, and as Chunky reached it he leaned out of one of the open windows inhaling a long breath of the cool mountain air. Below him he saw the red roof of the rear veranda, but that was all.
By the time he had finished his inspection and turned away, the proprietor was hurrying to the scene of the robbery. He bumped into Stacy at the junction of the corridor and the short hall.
“Who are you?” demanded the proprietor suspiciously.
“Name’s Brown. What’s yours?” returned the boy.
“I am the proprietor of this house.”