These he stuffed in one of the bags which had not been cut, and around it put a small strap.
Tiptoeing his way to the door, he opened it and listened.

Nobody was within hearing or sight.

But as he stepped out, the waiter he had before seen came once more into view, this time carrying a tray with some bottles and a box of cigars.

The waiter eyed him curiously again, but said nothing.
"Too bad he saw me, but it can't be helped," thought Dan Baxter, and made his way downstairs with all possible speed.

Once in the lower hall he lost no time in gaining the street.