He's up-stairs having supper in his room." "Supper!" Kurt echoed the word, and averted his face to hide the leap of his blood.

"That reminds me, I'm hungry." He went into the big, dimly lighted dining-room.

There was a shelf on one side as he went in, and here, with his back turned to the room, he laid the disjointed gun and his hat.

Several newspapers lying near attracted his eye.

Quickly he slipped them under and around the gun, and then took a seat at the nearest table.