"The night I went to tell you about that shoe-blacking stand. It's almost as good as new, Edwards——"
"You say Sawyer was looking for me that night? How do you know? He couldn't have been, because I'd met him earlier in the hall downstairs."
"I don't know. He said he was. Anyhow, he was in your room——"
"Sawyer?" demanded Steve incredulously. "Eric Sawyer?"
Durkin nodded.
"You're crazy," laughed Steve.
"Well, he was," answered the other indignantly. "He came out just as I was tucking that note under the door and fell over me and let out a yell you could have heard half-way to New York. You see, I didn't know there was anyone there. I knocked at first and thought I heard someone moving around in there. Then I tried the door and it was locked——"
"You had the wrong room," said Steve. "We never lock our door except when we go to bed."
"Wrong room nothing! You got the note, didn't you? Well, I didn't leave any notes anywhere else."
"But—now, look here, Durkin. I want to get this right. You say you went to our room and knocked and—— Was there a light there?"