“Why not now?” Quest suggested softly.
“In New York,” Craig replied, “and not before.”
Quest and the Professor exchanged meaning glances.
“Very well,” the former decided, turning away, “in a week from to-day, Craig, I shall expect you to report at the Professor’s house.”
They left the room together. Long Jim lingered by Craig’s side.
“Those guys have been scaring you some, I guess,” he remarked. “Forget ’em, cookie. They can’t touch you here. Of course, if you go to New York it’s your own show.”
“I know that,” Craig replied gloomily.
One of the girls passed her arm through Long Jim’s.
“Just one dance,” she whispered.
He hesitated, looking out of the window. Then he shrugged his shoulders.