Anna Katharine Green 
Room Number 3 
And Other Detective Stories

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. What door is that? You’ve opened all the others; why do you pass that one by?<br><br>Oh, that! That’s only Number 3. A mere closet, gentlemen, responded the landlord in a pleasant voice. To be sure, we sometimes use it as a sleeping-room when we are hard pushed. Jake, the clerk you saw below, used it last night. But it’s not on our regular list. Do you want a peep at it?<br><br>Most assuredly. As you know, it’s our duty to see every room in this house, whether it is on your regular list or not.<br><br>All right. I haven’t the key of this one with me. But-yes, I have. There, gentlemen! he cried, unlocking the door and holding it open for them to look inside. You see it no more answers the young lady’s description than the others do. And I haven’t another to show you. You have seen all those in front, and this is the last one in the rear. You’ll have to believe our story. The old lady never put foot in this tavern.<br><br>The two men he addressed peered into the shadowy recesses before them, and one of them, a tall and uncommonly good-looking young man of stalwart build and unusually earnest manner, stepped softly inside.