“Maybe I will.”
Barker strode up and down the room a moment and glared at Bob.
“Did Blake tell you anything about yourself?” he asked, coming to a halt.
“I told you I wouldn’t answer any questions. You may ask me if it is going to stop raining soon, and I’ll have nothing to say.”
Barker grated his teeth.
“May break him, but never bend him,” he muttered to himself. “I never saw his equal for pure spunk.”
“What did you hear down-stairs?” went on the man, shifting his tactics.
Instead of replying, Bob gazed up to the ceiling, and began to whistle.
Again Barker raised his hand.
“Stop that.”