“Open this door!” he shouted, pounding upon the panels. “It will be the better for you.”
No attention was paid to this. Dave continued to hammer on the door.
“You’re a thief!” he cried. “I’ll rouse the whole hotel and leave you publicly disgraced if you don’t come out. I want back the property you stole from me, and I’m bound to have it.”
Dave made a spring. His foot landed on the outside door knob. He caught at the tilted transom to steady himself. Just then a figure came hurrying down the corridor. Dave’s foot was seized and he was dragged to the floor.
“Here, what you up to, with all this noise?” demanded his captor, a hall man of the hotel, by his uniform.
“There’s a thief in that room,” cried Dave breathlessly.
“A thief?”
“Yes.”
“How do you know?”
“He robbed me. He just slammed the door in my face. Have you a key to that room?”