I got into his room without a soul but her seeing me, and locked the door immediately.
The case was, to a certain extent, simplified now.

Either Mr.Davager had ridden out with the letter about him, or he had left it in some safe hiding-place in his room.

I suspected it to be in his room, for a reason that will a little astonish you--his trunk, his dressing-case, and all the drawers and cupboards, were left open.

I knew my customer, and I thought this extraordinary carelessness on his part rather suspicious.
Mr.Davager had taken one of the best bedrooms at the Gatliffe Arms.
Floor carpeted all over, walls beautifully papered, four-poster, and general furniture first-rate.

I searched, to begin with, on the usual plan, examining everything in every possible way, and taking more than an hour about it.