"Who's on duty there?" asked Killett.
"Rouse and Quackenbush."
"Well, Old Spicer, one of us ought to look after this matter, while the other waits for news of Chamberlain here."
"I believe I'd better go up to the hotel," said Old Spicer, after a moment's reflection.
"Very good, then, I'll stay here."
"We can keep each other posted as to our movements, eh?"
"Certainly, and we should be careful to do so."
"All right; I will go with Crowley, then, unless you want him here."
"I was just going to suggest that I might want him."
"All right, you keep him, and I'll find my way to the hotel alone;" and Old Spicer went out.