Now, about Curtis, are you sure he is not in his room ?" "His key has not been given up, but I have sent to 605, and we can't get in." "What do you mean?
Is the door locked ?" "We can open every lock in the hotel.

It is bolted." "Have you knocked ?" "We've done everything, short of breaking open the door." Steingall looked perplexed, but the police captain was confident.
"He has buncoed us, for sure," he said with a smile, though the smile boded evil for John D.Curtis at their next meeting.
"Did you notice him particularly when he registered ?" demanded the detective, after a pause.
"Yes.

Came to-night by the _Lusitania_.

Here is his signature." The three men gazed at the register, and Steingall produced a card, on which Curtis had written the name of the hotel.
"Same handwriting!" he murmured.

"By the way," he continued, addressing the clerk, "were you here when the murder took place ?" "Yes." "Did you see anything of it ?" "Not a scratch.