“Is the room ready, Julius?” asked the old man.
“Yes, sir.”
“Boy, take the valise upstairs, and I will follow you.”
Up two flights of stairs walked Dodger, followed by the old man and the negro.
The latter opened the door of a back room, and Dodger, obedient to directions, took the valise inside and deposited it on a chair.
He had hardly done so when the door closed behind him, and he heard the slipping of a bolt.
“What does all this mean?” Dodger asked himself in amazement.
Chapter XVIII.
In A Trap.
“Hold on there! Open that door!” he exclaimed, aloud.
There was no answer.