“Where is the elevator boy who was on watch last night?”
“He is asleep upstairs. I told him not to leave the building.”
“Bring him down.”
But the elevator boy was not upstairs. He was not in the hotel at all.
“I am sorry for this,” said the clerk, “because I wanted to clear myself in another matter.”
Nick scented more trouble.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Well,” said the clerk, evidently very much frightened, “you gave me a bundle last night, and asked me to keep it until you personally came for it. Did you get it during the night?”
Nick saw what the new trouble was, and was angry, but gave no evidence of the fact.