He was aroused by a sharp knocking on his door.
“Hello!” he muttered, as he sat up. “Here’s the trouble I’ve been expecting! They might have let me sleep till morning. Wonder if they will take me to some wretched lockup and give me a buggy bunk. If they do, I’ll have to stay up the rest of the night. I enjoy excitement, but I draw the line at night encounters with bugs.”
He got up leisurely.
Rat-tat-tat!
The person outside the door was getting impatient.
“Don’t be in such a hurry,” called Merry, placidly. “I won’t jump out of the window.”
“Let me in!”
“Directly.”
Frank struck a match and lighted the gas. Then, in his nightgown, he opened the door.
A man dodged in quickly.