I've been waiting for you to come in." There was something ominous about this unexpected summons, or perhaps about the manner of its delivery.

At any rate, suspicion leaped into Gray's mind.
So! Haviland was wise! Quick work that.

Evidently he had investigated, through those mysterious sources of information available to great hotels.

Or perhaps some one had seen and recognized him.

Well, that was the way his luck had run, lately--every break against him.
Now--Gray's shoulders lifted in a shrug of resignation--there was nothing to do except wave aside the blindfold and face the firing squad like an officer and a gentleman.