Mr. Ellis pulled the key from the door and placed it in the lock on the outside; then he stepped out and closed the door after him. The next instant he had turned the key, and his retreating footsteps were heard along the hallway.
Clyde jumped to his feet and tried the door. It was firmly locked.
He staggered back to the bed and threw himself upon it, burying his face in his hands.
"Trapped!" he cried, bitterly. "Just when everything is ready, we are prisoners and there is no help for it!"