“Mr. Stone has just come in, Mr. Crawford, and has gone to his room with a friend,” he was informed.
CHAPTER XV.
A BAD COMBINATION.
A look of great relief passed over Crawford’s face as he thanked the clerk.
“Friend, eh?” he said to himself. “I didn’t think he had a single one in these parts, except myself, and I’m afraid he doesn’t think I’m his friend now.”
The elevator was not at hand; consequently, he walked upstairs to the second floor. Passing along the corridor, he halted in front of number twenty-two and knocked.
“Who is that?” came the thick voice of James Stone.
“It’s only Win Crawford,” he returned, turning the knob of the door. He found it locked, however, and his partner’s voice called out impatiently:
“I’m busy just now, and don’t want to be disturbed.”