"It is an overcoat for Mr. Silas Drayton," he said.
"Very well," said the clerk. "You can leave it, and we will send it to his room."
Upon this the boy left the hotel.
A young man of twenty-five or thereabouts, who was sitting near by, listened attentively to what passed between the boy and the clerk.
The latter summoned Rupert, and said: "Here is the key of 58. You may take up this coat and leave it in the room. It belongs to Mr. Drayton."
"All right, sir."
Rupert started with the bundle, and the young man started for the elevator, and got into it just as it was about to ascend.
"I want to go up to No. 58," he said.
"Very well."
When they reached the third floor the elevator boy halted.