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