Patsy slipped away and made another change in his appearance, and, coming back, set out to write letters himself.
When the other had written two letters, he got up and went out, followed by Patsy.
This time he went to an American District Telegraph office, handing the letters in and paying the fee.
Leaving the office he went directly back to the hotel where he had written his letters, and, calling for the key of room ninety-eight, said to the clerk:
“I am tired and shall lie down for a nap. Call me by two o’clock. Not later.”
He went to his room. Patsy turned over the register and found the name of Harold Stanton, and opposite the number ninety-eight.
“How long has Stanton been staying with you?” asked Patsy.
“Only since last night.”
“What do you know of him?”
“Nothing. He paid for his room for two nights. But he wasn’t in his room last night.”