"I will try it. What's up?" asked the new arrival, who seemed to be a young man.
Gerald waited in anxious suspense while the key was thrust into the lock. It fitted, and the door was opened.
"How were you locked in?" asked the young man looking puzzled. "You don't lodge here, do you?"
"No; I was lured here by the man who occupies the room. He robbed me of my wallet, and then went away, locking me in."
"Whew!" exclaimed the young man. "That will make an item for my paper."
"Are you an editor?" asked Gerald.
"I am a reporter on an evening paper," he replied. "Miss Sloan, this is Mr. Turner's room, isn't it?"
"Yes, Mr. Brown. Do you think he is a burglar? If so, I sha'n't dare to live in the house."
"He won't try to rob you, and I feel safe. Editors and reporters are not attractive game for gentlemen of his profession." Then turning to Gerald, he asked: "Did he relieve you of much money?"
"Fifty dollars."