So the killer had to go back into the inn.

"They wouldn't let you bring the stuff into the inn?"

Had he gone back into the inn just to get it?

In any event, you will check into the inn and stay there until morning.

The boys went up the front steps and into the inn.

She turned her back on him and strode into the inn.

I turned to go, then thought to ask, "Will you be able to get back into the inn, dressed like that?"

I turned and walked away from her back into the inn.

I'd gone out on a limb to get him into the inn.

Enough so that he couldn't quite bring himself to break into the old inn to look around while everyone slept.