“I want you to take it,” insisted Compton. “I want you to be on the safe side.”
A moment later Bince and Jimmy left the office together. Jimmy still carried the pistol in his hand.
“You’d better put that thing in your pocket,” cautioned Bince.
They were in the small office on which Compton’s and Bince’s offices opened, and Jimmy had stopped beside the desk that had been placed there for him.
“I think I’ll leave it here,” he said. “The thing would be a nuisance in my pocket,” and he dropped it into one of the desk drawers, while Bince continued his way toward the shop.
Compton was looking through the papers and letters on his desk, evidently searching for something which he could not find, while the girl sat waiting for him to continue his dictation.
“That’s funny,” commented Compton.
“I was certain that that letter was here. Have you seen anything of a letter from Mosher?”
“No, sir,” replied Edith.
“Well, I wish you would step into Mr. Bince’s office, and see if it is on his desk.”