“He can handle Mr. Flynn.”
“Flynn is our guest. We can’t see him misused.”
“There is no danger that I will misuse him, gentlemen,” cut in Frank, still holding the fellow against the wall. “I have not offered to give a blow in return for his.”
“He attacked me—he assaulted me!” cried Flynn, in a half whine. “I never did anything to him. I call on the members of this club for protection.”
“You do not need it, Flynn,” said Frank, “for you are in no danger.”
“Then let me go.”
“In a minute. First, I want to tell these gentlemen just who and what you are. I know you.”
“And I know you!” hissed the rascal, his face growing dark. “You are a thief! You were arrested as a thief in Rockland! You can’t deny it!”
“I was arrested——”
“Hear that! hear that!” shouted Flynn, triumphantly. “He confesses it! He owns that he was arrested!”