But he knew that would not do, for he would be arrested and detained in Salacia just when it was most important that he should reach Dundee and attend to his business.
He stepped a bit nearer the open door. Inside the room was a mirror, and in that mirror he saw the reflection of two men. One was Riddle, smooth-faced, crafty, malicious; the other was the sheriff, large, rough, booted. The latter was looking at the warrant just given him by Frank’s enemy.
“All right,” he said. “You’d better come along with me and point the fellow out.”
“It’s time to be moving!” thought Merry.
Up the stairs he skipped.
The clerk had just come in, and was at the desk.
“My bill!” said Frank, sharply.
“Your bill?” said the clerk, languidly. “Aren’t you going to stop overnight?”
“No.”
“How’s that?”