"I am on the track," thought Tony. "Now let me get away, and consult George Spencer."
It was easier said than done. The door was locked, and it was too strong to break down.
"There must be somebody in the room below," thought Tony. "I'll pound till they hear me."
He jumped up and down with such force that it did attract attention in the room below. Presently he heard a querulous voice at the key-hole:
"What's the matter? Are you mad?"
"No, but I'm locked in," said Tony. "Can't you let me out?"
"I have no key to the door, but the landlady has."
"Won't you please to ask her to let me out? I'll be ever so much obliged."
"Stop pounding then."