Dr. David’s right hand was fumbling in the desk-drawer beside him. He found what he sought. Stealthily he drew it forth. Gregory caught the glitter of reflected light——
(To be continued.)
VI
From the gilded band of the cigar which was offered him.
“Have a chair?” said the doctor.
“You asked me that before.”
“So I did, but that was a week ago, in the last number. Have another for this week.”
“Are you trying to bribe me?”
“Sir, leave this house!” thundered Doctor David. “Leave it at once—right where it is. I like this location.”
“Speaking of that—I’m going to-night.”