“That’s odd.”
“I thought so at the time. I told him I’d be there at half-past three, and he said he’d wait for me. I was there on time, and I went right up to his room.”
“What did he say?”
“Say? He didn’t say nothin’. I didn’t see him. He wouldn’t let me in.”
“Did he know you were there?”
“Sure! I knocked, and heard somebody stirrin’ in the room. I’m sure of that. So, when he didn’t say ‘Come in,’ I knocked again. ‘It’s Hank Low,’ says I, loud and sharp. ‘Ef you want to see me, speak up quick, fer I ain’t got any time to waste on ye.’
“Thar wa’n’t no answer to that, so I sung out that he was off, and I waltzed downstairs fast.
“I was kind o’ ’fraid he might call me back, and I didn’t want to hear him, for I was as mad as a hornet, and I was afraid that ef him and me got together thar’d be trouble.”
“Did you leave the hotel at once?”
“Yep. Drove straight home and didn’t see him then, nor since.”