“No, sir!” cried the Jap excitedly. “Ladies run off quick in big autbile”–––
“Now wait––that’s enough,” Gladwin stopped him.
“You tell me find plece,” persisted the Jap, who saw the terrible wrath of Michael Phelan about to flash upon him.
“That’s enough,” Gladwin sought to shut him up.
“You say they steal––I go saloon”–––
“Don’t talk any more! Don’t speak again! Go back to the hotel and wait for me. I’ll send for you when I want you. Stop! Not another word.”
Bateato gripped his mouth with his fingers and stumbled out of the room.
Avoiding the still glowering eye of Officer 666, Travers Gladwin turned to Barnes and attempted to say casually:
“When Bateato gets an idea into his head there is no use arguing with him. There is only one thing to do––don’t let him speak.”