“The risk is too great,” said Angel frankly, “and besides, I can afford to wait.”
“Well?” asked the lawyer defiantly, after a long pause. He kept the weapon in his hand pointed in the vicinity of the girl.
Angel exchanged a word in an undertone with his companion, then—
“You may go,” he said, and stepped aside.
Spedding motioned him farther away. Then slowly edging his way to the door, he reached it. He paused for a moment as if about to speak, then quick as thought raised his revolver and fired twice.
Angel felt the wind of the bullets as they passed his face, and sprang forward just as Jimmy’s arm shot out.
Crack, crack, crack! Three shots so rapid that their reports were almost simultaneous from Jimmy’s automatic pistol sped after the lawyer, but too late, and the heavy door crashed to in Angel’s face, and the snap of the lock told them they were prisoners.
Angel made a dart for a window, but it was shuttered and nailed and immovable.
He looked at Jimmy, and burst into a ringing laugh.
“Trapped, by Jove!” he said.