"In what room do you think I will find young Hammond?" I asked of the bar-keeper.
He looked at me curiously, but did not answer. The question had come upon him unanticipated.
"In Harvey Green's room?" I pursued.
"I don't know, I am sure. He isn't in the house to my knowledge. I saw him go out about half an hour since."
"Green's room is No.———?"
" Eleven," he answered.
"In the front part of the house?"
"Yes."
I asked no further question, but went to No. 11, and tapped on the door. But no one answered the summons. I listened, but could not distinguish the slightest sound within. Again I knocked; but louder. If my ears did not deceive me, the chink of coin was heard. Still there was neither voice nor movement.
I was disappointed. That the room had inmates, I felt sure. Remembering, now, what I
