“I never carry a revolver, Merriwell.”
“But you have one in your pocket now,” declared Frank positively.
He seemed to know this to be a fact, and, after a moment’s hesitation, Morgan took out a small revolver, which he laid upon the desk.
“I thought it best to provide myself with such an article while in this part of the country,” he said. “There it is. I will leave it here.”
Immediately Frank walked to the desk and placed his own pistol upon it.
“Come,” he said. “You may follow me to my room.”
In Frank’s room, with the door closed behind them, Merry motioned to a chair.
“Sit down, Mr. Morgan,” he said, “and make whatever statement you choose. I will listen.”
Morgan took the chair.
“First,” observed Morgan, “I wish to speak of Milton Sukes.”