I'm going up now to make a call on
Mr. Hasselwein. Would you like to join me?"
Barnes eyed him narrowly. "There is only one reason why I feel that I
ought to accompany you," he said. "If you have it in your mind to kill
him, I certainly shall do everything in my power to prevent--"
"Possess your soul in peace. I'm not going to do anything foolish.
Time enough left for that sort of thing. I will get him some day, but
not now. By the way, what is the number of your room?"
"Twenty-two,--on the next floor."
"Good. Go upstairs now and I'll join you in about ten minutes. I will
tap three times on your door."
"Why should you come to my room, Sprouse? We can say all that is to be
said--"
"If you will look on the register you will discover that Mr. J. H.
Prosser registered here about half an hour ago. He is in room 30. He
left a call for five o'clock. Well, Prosser is another name for Ugo."
"Here in this hotel? In room 30?" cried Barnes, incredulously.
"Sure as you're alive. Left the cottage an hour ago. Came in a jitney
or I could have got to him on the way over."
Barnes, regardless of consequences, dashed over to inspect the
register. Sprouse followed leisurely, shooting anxious glances up the
stairs at the end of the lobby.
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