human
If anyone's been in my rooms, he's probably there still, I said, and began to search in the obvious way--looking under the bed. What I found sent me to the door again; for a curious, collapsible box, just big enough to hold a small child, turned the innocent, flitting figure I'd seen into something sinister. Quicker than light, thoughts shot through my head; the arrival of a
gpt
my failure to find it in my room, the click of the lock, some knowledge of me by the man with the scar, and a fear of my vaunted
human
Slipping on a dressing-gown as I went, I stalked down the corridor to the door which opened to admit the child; and the knob was in my grasp when a voice spoke sharply at my back.
gpt
Haven't you mistaken the room, sir?
human
I've reason to believe a thief's been in my rooms, and taken refuge here, I explained.
gpt
I want this door opened. With that I rattled the knob and knocked threateningly. Almost at once the door was unlocked, and the sweet face of a young woman in a neat, plain dressing-gown peeped out.
human
Oh, what's the matter? she faltered.
gpt
Is it fire? We have a child here.
human
I _thought_ yuh was mistaken, sir! cut in the watchman.
gpt
Two ladies and a little midget came in late. I saw 'em. No, madam, there's no fire. This gentleman thought a thief had slipped into one of your rooms.
human
Indeed, he is mistaken, the young woman assured us.
gpt
We haven't finished undressing yet. I'm the child's nurse. If necessary, I can call my mistress, but she's very nervous.