ton. The door was closed, and the old man moved off down the passageway.
After him crept Mr. Magee. He followed the professor to the east balcony, and saw him pause at the open window of number seven. There the old man looked slyly about, as though in doubt. He peered into the room, and one foot was across the sill when Mr. Magee came up and touched him on the arm.
Professor Bolton leaped in evident fright out upon the balcony.
"It's—it's a wonderful night," he said. "I was out for a little walk on the balcony, enjoying it Seeing your open window, I was afraid—"
"The night you speak so highly of," replied Mr. Magee, "is at your left. You have lost your way. Good night, Professor."
He stepped inside and closed the window. Then he pulled down the curtains in both rooms of his suite, and spent some time exploring. Finally he paused before the fireplace, and with the aid of a knife unloosed a brick. Under this he placed the package of money, removing the traces of his act as best he could.
