The Great Secret

He scribbled the number upon a ticket and handed it to the porter, who stood behind with my dressing-case. A page caught up the key, and I followed them to the lift. In the light of things which happened afterwards, I have sometimes wondered what became of the unfortunate junior clerk who gave me room number 317. It was six o’clock when I arrived at the Hotel Universal. I washed, changed my clothes, and was shaved in the barber’s shop. Afterwards, I spent, I think, the ordinary countryman’s evening about town…having some regard always to the purpose of my visit. I dined at my club, went on to the Empire with a couple of friends, supped at the Savoy, and, after a brief return visit to the club, a single game of billiards and a final whiskey and soda, returned to my hotel contented and sleepy, and quite prepared to tumble into bed. By some chance…the history of nations, as my own did, will sometimes turn upon such slight events, I left my door ajar while I sat upon the edge of the bed finishing a cigarette and treeing my boots, preparatory to depositing them outside. Suddenly my attention was arrested by a somewhat curious sound. I distinctly heard the swift, stealthy footsteps of a man running at full speed along the corridor. I leaned forward to listen. Then, without a moment’s warning, they paused outside my door. It was hastily pushed open and as hastily closed. A man, half clothed and panting, was standing facing me…a strange, pitiable object. The boots slipped from my fingers. I stared at him in blank bewilderment. “What the devil…” I began. He made an anguished appeal to me for silence. Then I heard other footsteps in the corridor pausing outside my closed door. There was a moment’s silence, then a soft muffled knocking. I moved towards it, only to be met by the intruder’s frenzied whisper… “For God’s sake keep quiet!” The man’s hot breath scorched my cheek, his hands gripped my arm with nervous force, his hysterical whisper was barely audible, although his lips were within a few inches of my ear. “Keep quiet,” he muttered, “and don’t open the door!” “Why not?” I asked. “They will kill me,” he answered simply.