Your things have been removed there.

If you will come with me I will show it to you.

It is an apartment better by far than the one you have been occupying, and the price is the same." "But what on earth has happened in my room ?" Hunterleys demanded.
"Monsieur," the hotel manager replied, "some poor demented creature who has doubtless lost his all, in your absence found his way there and committed suicide." "Found his way into my room ?" Hunterleys repeated.

"But I locked the door before I went out.

I have the key in my pocket." "He entered possibly through the bathroom," the manager went on, soothingly.