"Get out of the way, fellow! I know the number of their suite of rooms, and I'm going to it. I don't want to hurt you, fellow, but I'm the Chief of Police, and I mean to see Mr. Radwin without delay!"
"The Chief of Police!" gasped Radwin, feeling his knees weaken under him.
He and Rhinds stared uneasily at each other.
"You see him first," whispered Fred Radwin. "I've some things in my pockets that I wouldn't want the chief of police to find. Hold the police fellow by telling him I'll be right in."
With that Radwin slipped to the door of a connecting room in the suite. He passed through, closing the door noiselessly and slipping the key in the lock.
An instant later John Rhinds opened his door out into the hallway.
"Who is it to see us?" he called.
"It's I, Ward, time Chief of Police," replied the caller, stepping into the room. "You are Mr.—"
"Rhinds."
"I wish to see your Mr. Radwin. I have a message for him."