"Whatcher doin' here?"
"Same thing I was going to do at 'The Martin' if you'd given me the chance—have a talk with you."
Sullivan looked puzzled and rubbed the back of his head. He had none of the resplendency of his earlier appearance.
"Must ha' fallen an' hit my head," said he in an explanatory manner. "Say, did anyone club me?"
"No," said Ralston. "But you got a pretty rough deal."
"Say," repeated Sullivan, "how'd you come to bring me to the old woman's?"
"I had to take you somewhere," said Ralston. There was a pause of several seconds, during which Sullivan endeavored to readjust himself.
"What's yer name?" he inquired.
"Sackett," said Ralston.
"Sackett," repeated Sullivan. "I don't know Sackett. What's yer business?"