"What?"
"Don"t wake the youngster!" Anthony whispered sharply. "There"s no need for that, officer. Look around if you like and then let us get out of here."
He folded his arms and waited, while the officer, visibly puzzled, poked about the room, and Wilkins, on his feet and smiling sheepishly, tip-toed to the door--while the night manager of the Lasande stepped in and looked about with a mixture of perplexity and relief, and Johnson Boller stood and stared at the sleeping David.
"Are you quite sure it was this window, officer?" the manager asked.
"I am that, if this is the one next to the corner of the house."
"But are you quite sure that you didn"t imagine it?" Anthony asked tartly.
The policeman looked him over gravely.
"Boss, when I can see a man in black clothes staring down at me, letting off a little howl of fright, and then turning around and going into a window--when I can see that and it ain"t there, I"ll turn in my tin and go back to the docks. The guy came in this window and----"
"Well, since it is quite evident that he didn"t, he couldn"t have come in," the manager of the faultless hotel said hastily, as he caught Anthony"s expression. "You"ve made a mistake in the window, officer.
We"ll go down and look up from the street again and see just what window you do mean."
"But----"
"We will not bother the gentlemen further," Mr. Dodbury said firmly.
Anthony nodded.
"Show them out, Wilkins. Come, Johnson."
"Wait a second," Johnson Boller said softly, as the others filed out of sight.
"Wait for what?"
"I want to admire this little cherub, sleeping here so soundly," Mr.
Boller muttered.
"Don"t be absurd! Come and----"
This thing of losing sleep rendered Johnson Boller uglier than could anything else in the world.
"Are they out of hearing?" he said. "All right. Somebody did close a window in here. I heard it close!"
"When?"
"Five minutes before the last excitement," said Mr. Boller. "How many pair of pajamas did Wilkins give this kid?"
"What? One pair, I suppose. Why?"
Johnson Boller grinned almost wickedly.
"Because there"s a pajama suit under that chair and it"s been worn!"
said he. "What"s the kid wearing in bed there?"
He stepped forward suddenly and jerked back the covers, and Anthony stepped forward with a sharp little exclamation, for David Prentiss, although he seemed to slumber between the sheets, wore a suit of black clothes and a pair of black shoes, and beside him a black felt hat was crumpled!
"Maybe that cop wasn"t the idiot he seemed, eh?" Johnson Boller asked.
"I don"t understand it," Anthony said angrily. "I--David!"
The boy merely sighed in his sleep and turned on his back.
"_David!_" Johnson Boller snapped, thrusting a hard forefinger directly into the pit of David"s stomach.
"Good gracious!" gasped David Prentiss, sitting up and staring about with eyes wide open. "What--I must have been asleep and----"
Anthony"s gaze was growing keener and angrier by the second.
"Never mind that artistic amazement, David," he said sourly. "What were you trying to do?"
"Trying?" echoed David. "To do?"
"Those are Wilkins"s clothes. Where did you get them?"
"I don"t know."
"Yes, you do!" Anthony snapped. "You must have found them in his room.
Well?"
David gazed up at him with the same unfathomable look that had so disturbed Johnson Boller in the taxicab.
"Very well--I did find them in his room," he said. "I put them on because I couldn"t find my own clothes, and I--I wanted to get to father."
"Yes, and now you"re going to father!" Johnson Boller said decisively.
"Better let him go, Anthony."
David was on his feet with one swing.
"That"s the only thing to do with me," he said heartily. "I"m too much of a nuisance to keep around, Mr. Fry; I"m so worried about father that I can"t think of anything else. So now I"ll go and----"
"So now you"ll stay right here!" Anthony said fiercely.
"Why?" Boller asked.
"Because I"ve undertaken to show this kid the opportunity of his lifetime, and I"ll drive it into his infernal little skull if I have to chloroform him and have a surgeon drill a hole to let it through!" Mr.
Fry said quite irresponsibly.
David collapsed hopelessly on the edge of the bed.
"I--I should think you"d be so out of patience with me----" he began mournfully.
"I am, but I"m not going to drop the job on that account," Anthony said grimly. "Shed those clothes, David."