"Drat me, but you're right!" he exclaimed, as he pressed his thumb and the door at once yielded.

"Huh!" He stared into the empty passage, out of which a room opened on either hand, each hung with cast-off suits which seemed to sway slightly in the scanty light filtered through the shutter-holes.

"I don't stomach moving among these.

Even in broad daylight I'm never too sure there ain't a man hidden in one of 'em.
He might be dead, too--by the smell." He stepped to the foot of the uncarpeted stairs.

"Mister Rodriguez!" he called.