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.
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.
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.”
“I see,” responded Nick, slowly, “that Hank Low could have done it.”