“You guess you forgot it, eh? What’s that in your hand?”
Kendall looked down, saw the torch and regarded it with a vast surprise, turning it this way and that in an evident effort to account for it. Finally, though,
“That’s an electric torch, sir,” he answered.
“Hm; so I see. What’s your name?”
“Burtis, sir.”
“What’s your room?”
“Twenty-one, sir.”
“Go to it. I’ll talk with you to-morrow. Wait!”
Kendall “waited” abruptly, almost losing his balance.