room when you came to, Mrs. Van Snyder?”
“Isn’t that just what I’m telling you? Oh! it drove me half crazy to see him getting away and me not able to move or do anything at all.”
“Getting away?” said Mr. Carter sharply. “Which way?”
“Through that door.” She pointed to one in the opposite wall. “He had a girl with him, but she seemed kind of limp as though she’d had a dose of the same dope.”
Carter looked a question at his henchman.
“Leads into the next suite, sir. But double doors—supposed to be bolted each side.”
Mr. Carter examined the door carefully. Then he straightened himself up and turned towards the bed.
“ Mrs. Van Snyder,” he said quietly. “Do you still persist in your assertion that the man went out this way?”
“Why, certainly he did. Why shouldn’t he?”
“Because the door happens to be bolted on this side,” said Mr. Carter drily. He rattled the handle as he spoke.
A look of the utmost astonishment spread over Mrs. Van Snyder’s face.
“Unless someone bolted the door behind him,” said Mr. Carter, “he cannot have gone out that way.”
He turned to Evans who had just entered the room.
“Sure they’re not anywhere in this suite? Any other communicating doors?”