"A few days! Where would he stay?" asked the Examiner.
"Which Club? I'll call it up and see if he's there now," Weston said, briskly.
"The Artists' Club. Call it, and they'll tell you something about him, I'm sure."
Weston called the Club and received word that Thorpe was there.
"Ask him to speak to me," he ordered, and in a moment he was talking to Thorpe himself.
"Yes, I'll come home right away," Thorpe agreed, when urgently invited to do so.
"I told you so," said Crane, triumphantly; "that man had no thought of running away, but he dreads this place just now. He's of a sensitive, nervous nature, and I hope, Mr. Weston, you'll be decent to him. No third degree manners,—that won't help with McClellan Thorpe."
They all remained awaiting Thorpe's return. Shelby busied himself looking over some of Blair's books and papers, while Benjamin Crane talked to Dr. Middleton.
He rather liked the Medical Examiner, but he did not at all admire detective Weston or his ways. So he endeavored to give Doctor Middleton a mental picture of Thorpe, and prepare him for an interview that should temper justice with mercy, or at least, consideration.