“I have not been out of the office,” was the reply.
“You will find something doing up there,” said Chick.
“Wait,” said Nick, “let me get the story first hand. You turn this assignment over to Patsy and come with me to the Wisconsin.”
The detectives were not long in getting to the hotel. There Nick learned of the occurrences of the night.
“Have you heard from Maynard this morning?” he asked of the night clerk, who, pale and distressed, seemingly because of what had taken place, lingered about the corridors instead of going to his room.
“He is no worse,” was the reply. “I have just come from there. It seems that he recognized the people who struck him down.”
“Does he mention names?”
“No; he only says: ‘I know you both. Don’t strike me.’ Strange thing all along.”
“How did the assailants get into the room?” asked Nick.
“That’s what puzzles me,” was the reply. “I certainly did not let them in.”