“Had I not better attend to it myself?”
Mr. Gibson then left the office.
The officers came down about four o’clock that afternoon.
About an hour before the arrival of the officers, Mr. Gibson and his mother went into the cigar store, kept by Herriges.
“Good afternoon,” said Mr. Gibson.
“Good afternoon,” replied Herriges.
“What have you got that man locked up in that room for?” asked Mrs. Gibson.
“Is that any of your business?” asked Herriges abruptly.
“Well, I don’t know, that it is, but I would like to know what he is penned up there for?”
“Does my brother annoy you?” inquired Herriges.