“Yes, on an average of once a month.”
“Stop at this hotel?”
“Yes....” Craig began to look hopeful. “Do you suppose some one of the help—”
“How big a package were the bonds?”
“There were eighty of them. They’d make quite a wad of paper.”
“Make a man’s pocket bulge out?”
“Surely.”
“The hotel-clerk kept all the employees waiting,” observed Jamison. “I’ll take a look. Was your place much messed up when you got back?”
“Practically like this. I left the bonds in my suit-case. When I opened the door I saw the place was torn upside down, everything thrown all about.”
“You’d left your suit-case open?” queried Jamison. “They’d look in there first....”