“Maybe.[{16}]”
Folsom looked as if he wished that Nick would say more, but the detective was silent.
Shortly after this a waiter came to the room to say that a telegraph messenger wished to see Mr. Kerr.
“Send him up at once!” exclaimed Kerr.
The boy came in with his book.
“Boss said you wanted to see it,” said he, laying it on the table, and going out again at once.
Kerr opened the book with great eagerness, and, after looking down the columns of names and time marks until he came to the one he wanted, his eyes glowed with delight, and he passed the book to Nick, with his finger on a certain line where the hotel clerk’s name was written.
“There!” he cried triumphantly; “see that?”
Nick looked, and he saw the clerk’s name in one column, and against it, in another column, the figures, “3:31.”
“You see!” added Kerr, too excited to wait for Nick’s opinion, “Hank Low did it!”