“Not so bad after you get in,” said Henry, half as an introduction, half as an apology.
“It's luxury after six days of railroading,” I replied.
“Well, lie down there, and make the most of it, then,” he said, “for there may be trouble ahead.” And he listened again at the crack of the door.
“In Heaven's name, Henry, what's up?” I exclaimed with some temper. “You're as full of mysteries as a dime novel.”
Henry smiled grimly.
“Maybe you don't recognize that this is serious business,” he said.
“I don't understand it at all.”
“Well, I'm not joking. There's mischief afoot, and I'm in danger.”
“From whom? From what?”
“Never mind that now. It's another person's business—not mine, you understand—and I can't explain until I know whether you are to be one of us or not.”