He began to experience twinges of remorse: Medcroft was such a good fellow! The Londoner did not respond to the innocuous query.

He merely stared in a preoccupied, determined manner at the succeeding _etages_ as they slipped downward.

At the fourth floor they disembarked, and Brock led the way to his rooms, overlooking the inner court.

Once inside, with the door closed, he turned upon the Englishman.
"Now, what's up, Rox?
Are you in trouble ?" he demanded.
"Are we quite alone ?" Medcroft glanced significantly at the transom and the half-closed bathroom door.

With a laugh, Brock led him into the bathroom and out, and then closed the transom.
"You're darned mysterious," he said, pointing to a chair near the window.