Bob was compelled to march up to the second story of the house and into the front room.
“Now, sit down, Bob,” said Barker, as he closed the door. “I want you to tell me something.”
Bob took a seat. He saw that Barker’s face was unusually cruel. The man looked capable of killing him then and there.
“You followed Casco this morning, didn’t you?” began the man.
“Yes.”
“And you met Blake.”
“I did. I arrived just in time to save him from being murdered.”
“So Casco told me. Now, I want to know what Blake told you.”
“Told me about what?”
“About——” Barker hesitated an instant. “About me.”