"Be calm!" bellowed the excited little man. "How can I be calm on the eve of murder and assassination? I am an unarmed man, and I am not even dressed!"
"Niver moind a little thing loike thot," purred the Irish lad.
"It's of no consequence," declared Frank, placidly.
"No consequence!" shouted Scotch. "Oh, you'll drive me crazy! You want me to be killed! It is a plot to have me murdered! I see through the vile scheme! I'll call the police!"
He rushed into the front room, and flung up a window, from which he howled:
"Fire! Police!"
He would have shrieked murder and several other things, but Frank and Barney dragged him back and closed the window.
"Great Scott!" gasped Frank. "It'll be a wonder if the whole police force of the city does not come rushing up here."
"Perhaps they'll not be able to locate th' spot from which th' croy came," said Barney. "Let us hope not."
"Yes, let us hope not."