“Shut the door!” he ordered, his voice and manner betraying agitation.
“What’s the matter?” asked Frank, in surprise.
“Lock it—lock it!”
The stranger took hold of the key and turned it himself.
Frank’s surprise increased.
“Well,” he said, looking the man over, “will you be good enough to tell me what this means?”
“I want to see you.”
“All right. Take a good look at me.”
“Your name’s Merriwell?”
“Sure thing.”