“As you like,” said Miguel, pausing. “If you like it better for me to talk to professor, then I go to him.”
“I’ll have to make some sort of a bargain with him!” thought Chester. “He can make it very uncomfortable for me if he goes to old Gunn and tells all he knows.”
So he put aside his fear of Bunol, unlocked his door and asked the young Spaniard in.
Arlington hastened to light a lamp, and removed the shade so that the light fell on Bunol’s face. He wished to watch that face, thinking it might be the safest thing to do.
Bunol closed the door carefully. He came and stood by the open fireplace.
“Now, what do you wish to say to me?” asked Chester.
“I am in bad scrape,” said Bunol.
“That’s right,” nodded the other lad.
“You shall help me out of it.”
“I?”