It was obvious then that he was disturbed.

He looked to the right and to the left.

Finally, with a sigh of resignation, he seemed to make up his mind to tell the truth.
"It is the English gentleman, Sir Henry Hunterleys," he whispered.

"He has been found stabbed to death in his room." "Dead ?" Draconmeyer demanded, insistently.
"Stone dead, sir," the concierge replied.

"He was stabbed by some one who stole in through the bathroom--they say that he couldn't ever have moved again.