At any rate, he did not want to see Blake that night. With this thing on his mind, he could not feel at ease with him, and he would rather not see the man until he had come to some final decision as to what his course would be. All at once he glanced quickly at the clock.
“By Jove!” he exclaimed, springing up. “He’s likely to be here any time.”
Snatching up his coat and hat, he was about to hurry out when he heard the muffled slam of the big entrance door below.
“I’ll bet that’s him now,” he muttered.
The next moment he had switched off the light and hurried into the bedroom, where he softly drew the door partly shut and stood behind it.
Presently a step sounded in the hall, followed by a knock at the door. Then the latch clicked and some one entered the room.
“Hello, Bobby,” called a familiar voice.
There was no response. Presently Blake stepped over to the electric light and switched it on.
“Not here,” he murmured, his eyes traveling swiftly about the room. “That’s funny. He was ahead of me crossing the campus.”
There was a pause during which the big, blond fellow whistled softly, as he walked up and down the room.