“He isn’t here,” she said, a little unnecessarily. “I’ll go up with you.”
“Come if you like,” said Prescott, carelessly, and with his two husky companions he entered the elevator.
At Pollard’s door the group paused, and Prescott knocked.
“Come in,” they heard, and went in.
The man sitting in an easy chair sprang up.
“What the devil!” he cried.
“Easy now, Mr Pollard,” Prescott said, “you told us to come and get you, and we’re here.”
“Told you—come and get me—— Get out, I say!”
Prescott stared. Was this Manning Pollard? Talking so unlike himself! Clearly, it was not!
“Who are you?” Prescott said, curiously; and then, illogically, “Mr Pollard, who are you?”