"Well, step a little further this way. You see there's a door opening from it into the next room. The place has been so arranged that it can be used as a closet for either room, you perceive?"
"Ah, yes, to be sure, or so that it might be used as a passageway—as in the present case, eh?"
"Exactly. Now, then, the question is, has the wounded man, in his supposed weakly condition, been able to escape from the hotel? Crowley, please summons Killett. We must institute a thorough search."
"I'll take a hand in that," exclaimed the reporter, with alacrity, "and I hope I shall find him."
"Why are you so anxious on that point?" asked Old Spicer, curiously.
"Why, you see I want to make a little noise in the world before I start for New Haven to hunt out the murderer or murderers of Charley Way."
"Oh! you are going to do a little detective work up there, are you?"
"Yes, sir; I'm jist going to pipe that mystery, you bet."
"Well, sir, I wish you all the success possible—all the glory there is left to gain."
"Are you speaking sarcastically, sir?"