"Humph! Have you the paper?"
"Yes, sir."
Here Mr. Grey showed signs of satisfaction, as Gilbert was quick-sighted enough to perceive.
"We will go up stairs to my room," said his uncle, rising, and laying down the paper. "We shall be more private there."
"Perhaps he thinks he can get hold of the paper better," thought our hero, though, of course, he kept his thought to himself.
"Follow me," said Mr. Grey. "Give me the key to No. 157," he said, to the hotel clerk.
Gilbert followed him up several flights of stairs till he reached his room.
"Enter," he said, unlocking the door.
Gilbert did so, feeling, at the same time, a queer sensation, as he thought of the attempt that might be made at violence. However, he was not wanting in courage, and did not deign to give audience to fear.
"Sit down," said Mr. Grey, abruptly.