"Naw," answered the youngster; "mebby he hasn't got up."
"He ain'd in der room, und der door iss locked."
"Then he's hiked out some'rs."
"He vonldn't do dot. Vat habbened ven you dook oop der vater lasdt nighdt?"
"What happened? Why, I met that Slocum feller on the way, an' he wanted to know if I was takin' the pitcher to Sercomb's room. We gassed for a minit er two an' he gave me a quarter to go right back down and see if there was any mail for him. He asked me to do it before I gave the pitcher to Motor Matt. There wasn't any mail. When I came back, I picked up the pitcher and went on. Motor Matt took it in—and that's all there was to it."
"Dot looks like a lod oof monkey-doodle pitzness for nodding," muttered Carl. "Vere does der nighdt clerk shleep?"
"In that room at the end of the hall."
The bellboy went on, and Carl turned and started back up the stairs.
"What are you going to see the night clerk for, Carl?" inquired Chub.