"But--but is it right?" I urged, in an importunate whisper.
"Should we go home while he--"

"Hush! My first duty is to you. We will go make our visit; but
to-morrow--"

"I can't wait till to-morrow," I pleaded, wild to satisfy my
curiosity in regard to an event in which I naturally felt a keen
personal interest.

He drew me as near to the edge of the crowd as he could. There
were new murmurs all about us.

"If it's a case of heart-failure, why send for the police?" asked
one.

"It is better to have an officer or two here," grumbled another.

"Here comes a cop."

"Well, I'm going to vamoose."

"I'll tell you what I'll do," whispered George, who, for all his
bluster was as curious as myself. "We will try the rear door where
there are fewer persons. Possibly we can make our way in there,
and if we can, Slater will tell us all we want to know."

Slater was the assistant manager of the Clermont, and one of
George's oldest friends.