“And I’m going to show it to Jacques and to the Sleepers and I want you to watch them closely when I spring it on them. We may get a clue.”
The other guests had not come in to the dining-room when they got there and Jacques was busy at the table. Bob handed him the paper without any word of explanation. The man looked at it, read it several times, turned it over to look on the back and finally turned to Bob.
“Whar you geet heem, eh?”
“It was on my bed this morning.”
“Huh! You keep heem door lock?”
“Yes the door was locked.”
Jacques scratched his head in evident perplexity.
“I dunno what tink,” he finally said. “What you do, eh? You go?”
“Not so you’d notice it,” Jack replied and as he spoke Bob fancied that a look of relief came to the breed’s face.
“Maybe you geet hurt you stay here,” he said, but in a tone in which Bob was sure there was only worriment.