And up the stairway to the second floor staggered Tony and Benito. Their money was gone; but they had acquired something else which appeared much more difficult to carry and not so easily gotten rid of.
Tony held the key to their room. It was the second room upon the right of the hall. Tony remembered that very distinctly. He had impressed it upon his mind before leaving the room earlier in the evening, for Tony had feared some such contingency as that which had befallen.
Tony fumbled with the handle of a door, and stabbed vainly at an elusive keyhole.
“Wait,” mumbled Benito. “This is not the room. It was the second door from the stairway. This is the third.”
Tony lurched about and staggered back. Tony reasoned: “If that was the third door the next behind me must be the second, and on
