"All right. If that's so it's none of my business where he is."
"You'd better make it your business," said the other suggestively.
"Well, I won't," Wade retorted. "He isn't here, and that'll have to do you."
"On general principles it don't do to believe a lawyer. Where's Dunne?"
"He isn't here, either."
"I reckon we'll make sure of that." He took a step in the direction of Clyde's room. Wade stepped in front of him.
"No, you don't, my friend," said he. "That room belongs to a lady. You keep out of it."
The leader stopped. "Well," he said, "I don't want to scare no women; but all the same I'm goin' to see the inside of every room in this house. S'pose you knock and tell that lady to fix herself up so's she won't mind my takin' a look in. I'm goin' to make mighty sure her name ain't McHale."
Clyde opened the door, and walked into the room. She was surprised to find that she was not in the least frightened. Said she:
"Good evening, gentlemen. Do you think I resemble Mr. McHale?"