"Excuse me a minute! I'll do what I can for you."
Frank went to the door and attempted to open it, but it was locked on the outside and resisted his efforts.
"I forgot," he said, laughing, "that I am a prisoner too. Really it makes a fellow feel queer to be locked up."
"That's the way I feel. You can ring the bell, can't you?"
"A good thought!"
Frank rang the bell, and presently a hall boy opened the door about an inch, and looked in.
"Is anything wanted?" he asked.
"Is Mr. Ferguson down-stairs?" said Frank.
"He has just come in."
"Won't you ask him to step up here a minute?"