He tried the different keys he had in his pocket, but none of them would answer.
“I must hunt up some more keys,” he said to himself. “It will pay.”
CHAPTER XXX.
BENTON LAYS HIS PLANS.
As Benton left the room, Paul Crambo, who was just coming upstairs, caught sight of him. Observing his landlord’s surprised look, Benton, who was not easily disconcerted, said, “I was looking for a clothes-brush. I thought Grant might have one in his room.”
“Did you find one?” asked Crambo.
“No.”
“I thought he had one.”
Paul Crambo entered the chamber, and pointed out a whisk-broom lying on the bureau.
“There is one,” he said significantly.
“So there is,” said Benton, for once looking confused. “Where could my eyes have been?”