Chapter 24

The Hairless Mexican opened the drawers and the cupboard. There was no carpet on the floor. He looked under the bed, in it, and under the mattress. His dark eyes shot up and down the room, looking for a hiding-place, and Ashenden felt that nothing escaped him. "Perhaps he left them in charge of the clerk downstairs?" "I should have known it. And he wouldn't dare. They're not here. I can't understand it." He looked about the room irresolutely. He frowned in the attempt to guess at a solution of the mystery. "…