“Can you describe the man?”
As well as he was able the clerk did so.
“He is our man, I am quite sure,” said Frank. “How can I see him?”
“This is no game?”
“No,” came from one of the police officers. “This young man is really after a great criminal. If he identifies his man we are to arrest him.”
“Well, you might go up and tell Mr. Paradoe, or whatever his real name is, that you have a message for him. Shove your way into the room when he opens the door, telling him he must sign in a book for the message. I’ll write out something for you.”
The bogus message was written out and placed in an envelope, and Frank went upstairs, followed by Mark and the officers. George Paradoe, as he styled himself, had Room 134, and upon the door of this our hero knocked sharply.
“What’s wanted?” came sleepily from within.
“A message for you, Mr. Paradoe,” answered Frank, in an assumed voice.
“Oh, all right. Wait till I get up.”