CHAPTER 34JENNY PARAINE came down into the lobby slowly. She had been asleep and she had dressed hurriedly at Kleban’s call, thinking Henry Powell had taken a turn for the worse. Not until she stepped into the upper hall had she realized that it was Sandson who waited for her.
Then her impulse had been to turn back into her room and bar the door; but she forced herself to move to the stairs and down them to the lobby below.
John Kleban did not follow. Instead he turned into Henry Powell’s room and found the doctor dozing beside the wounded man’s bed. Henry was sleeping heavily. He did not rouse at Kleban’s entrance, but Horndyke’s eyes came open. He looked at the hotel-man questioningly.
“Sandson’s downstairs,” Kleban told him in an undertone, “looking like the cat that just ate the mou
