“And with guards all around the house and policemen tearing thirty rooms apart upstairs and camping on the roof scuttle––yes, and more coming, maybe.”
“I venture to hope so,” chuckled the other. “I admit it’s close enough to be interesting.”
“Well, I’ll say one thing for you,” the young millionaire said earnestly, “you’re the coolest chap I ever hope to meet. You’re a marvel.”
“Built to order to work in story books, eh? Well, to be candid with you, McGinty, there are times when I’m not so cool as I look. I’m almost human.”
“Those cops will finish their work soon––then they’ll come in here,” Gladwin warned him.
“I’m listening for them,” said Wilson softly, putting his ear to the door again.
“Just because your pistol prevents me from calling them now, don’t think”–––
“This gun isn’t stopping you,” came the short reply. “If you wanted to call them you’d take a chance––I’ve found that out in the last hundred seconds or so.”
“Thank you for the compliment, but I”–––