“Nope!” said Eddy.
Ross moved forward, and Eddy moved, too, so that he blocked the doorway. He was grinning, but there was an odd light in his eyes.
“Now, lookit here!” he said. “You just make yourself comfortable for the night, see?”
Ross looked at him thoughtfully. He believed that it would not be difficult to throw this slender youth down the stairs, and to walk out of the garage, but he disliked the idea.
“I don’t want to make any trouble, Eddy,” he explained, almost mildly. “But I’m going.”
“Nope!” said Eddy.
Ross took a step forward. Eddy reached in his hip pocket and pulled out a revolver.
“Nope!” he said again.
“What!” cried Ross, astounded. “Do you mean—”
“Tell you what I mean,” said Eddy. “I mean to say that I know who you are, and what you come for, and you’re going to sit pretty till to-morrow morning. That’s what I mean.”