“What’s that?” came from the man.
“You heard what I said.”
“That room is mine, sir.”
“Really! I thought it belonged to a lady.”
“You mean my wife.”
The sneak-thief spoke so coolly that for the instant Bob was taken aback.
“Is she your wife?”
“Certainly. Let me pass,” and again the man attempted to push Bob aside.
“What makes you in such a hurry?” and Bob placed his hand on the slim man’s arm.
“You are tremendously impudent!” cried the sneak-thief, putting on an air of importance.