Carter was standing in the elevator, and he heard what was said.
“Mr. Rich lives on the top floor,” the boy replied to the cabman.
“Is he in?” the cabman inquired, getting into the elevator.
“You can go up and see.”
“All right.”
When the top floor was reached the elevator boy pointed out Rich’s room.
The cabman hurried up and knocked on the door.
Carter walked leisurely down the hall. He halted halfway down and looked out of the window. He stood in such a position that he was able to see the cabby.
Three times the driver pounded on the door without receiving a response.
The fourth time he knocked as if he were going to break in a panel.