“You’ll do no such thing,” cut in the cowboy. “You’ve earned a morning of sleep. I’ll phone Jim Hill myself and explain where the manuscript is hidden.”
“Now I want to know just what happened.” It was Helen speaking.
Janet shook her head.
“I don’t know. I knew someone was prowling in the corridor, but I couldn’t stay there in the office all night and I couldn’t get a phone connection out. After I’d hidden the manuscript I turned out the light in the office and started down the hall. Someone turned a flashlight into my face, then I was grabbed around the neck and finally a cloth filled with ether was smashed against my face. About that time I forgot to remember and the next thing I knew you two were with me.”
“How many jumped on you?” asked the cowboy.
“I can’t be sure, but I’d say that it was one man who was capable of moving very rapidly.”
“One man could do it all right,” nodded Curt. “I wish I could get my hands on him and I’d teach him a thing or two.”
“How did you two happen to get into the corridor? That’s a question I’d like to have answered,” said Janet.
“I became worried when you didn’t get back to the hotel at midnight and I phoned Curt. He agreed to meet me at Radio City and we came up together. It was as simple as that,” explained Helen.
“Well, for once I’m glad someone worried about me,” confessed Janet. “And, oh what a headache that ether gave me. The water tasted good, but I feel queer inside now. Bed is going to seem like heaven.”