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Oesn't answer." Horn sprang from his chair. "Is he ill?" he asked. "I
don't know, sir. His room is locked--he never locked it before." "And
you are certain he is at home?" "Yes, sir. I saw him during the
night--and the key is in the lock on the inside." The commissioner had
his hat in his hand when the colleague who was to relieve him appeared.
"Good and cold out to-day!" was the latter's greeting. Horn answered
with an ironical: "Then I suppose you'll be glad if I relieve you of
this case. But I assure you I wouldn't do it if it wasn't Fellner.
Good-bye. Oh, and one thing more. Please send a physician at once to
Fellner's house, No. 7 Field Street." Horn opened the door and passed on
into the adjoining room, accompanied by Johann. The commissioner halted
a moment as his eyes fell upon a little man who sat in the corner
reading a newspaper. "Hello, Muller; you there? Suppose I take you with
me? You aren't doing anything now, are you?" "No, sir. "Well, come with
me, then. If this should turn out to be anything serious, we may need
you." The three men entered one of the cabs waiting outside the police
station. As they rattled through the streets, Commissioner Horn
continued his examination of the valet. "When did you see your master
last?" "About eleven o'clock last evening." "Did you speak with him
then? "No, I looked through the keyhole." "Oh, indeed; is that a habit
of yours?" Dumm