“Then where are they now?”
“I—I don't know.”
By this time others were crowding into the apartment. All gazed around, and into the clothes closet, but found nothing unusual.
“You must be the victim of some hallucination, sir,” said the hotel proprietor, severely.
He hated to have anything occur which might give his establishment a bad reputation.
“No, sir, I saw the things with my own eyes.”
The matter was talked over for several minutes longer and then the hired help was ordered away.
“I shall not stay in this room,” insisted Wilberforce Chaster.
“You need not remain in the hotel,” answered Andrew Mallison, quickly. “You can leave at once. You have alarmed the whole establishment needlessly.”
Some warm words followed, and the upshot of the matter was that the fussy old boarder had to pack his things and seek another hotel that very night.