"Yes, sir, and he says he must see you at once."
"Did you hear that?" called out Holtzmann to me.
"Yes, I did," I returned as coolly as I could.
"Did you expect him?"
"No."
"Humph!"
Holtzmann made a movement as if to step into view, and I prepared to vanish from the scene. But he changed his mind and walked from the office.
I was in a quandary. To remain would place me in great peril, yet I was anxious to know the result of the meeting between the two men. They were the prime movers in my father's downfall, and nothing must be left undone to bring them to justice.
I resolved to remain, even if it were at the peril of my life. I was not an over-brave boy, but the thought of my father languishing in prison because of these men's misdeeds, nerved me to stay.
The closet door was still open, and that gave me a sudden idea.