“What do they say up there?”
“That the room is not occupied.”
“What sort of folks are in that building?”
The policeman shrugged his shoulders.
“Tough,” he said.
“Well, we are going up,” said Nick.
“I’ll wait about here,” said the officer, who knew Nick and his assistant quite well. “Let me know if anything happens.”
The two passed on up the stairs. They had, however, been seen talking with the policeman. As they reached the third floor, a rough voice asked:
“What do you fellows want up here? You’d better be making yourself scarce if you want to keep your shape.”