“What do you want with him?”
Brecky hesitated. His tired brain, flung loose from the pivot of his fixed idea, spun round helplessly. He couldn’t really think at all. Another woman here!
He was roused by the sight of her preparing to shut the door in his face. He set his foot against it.
“I want to see him,” he said. “You call him!”
She was alarmed then, and began to call “Charley!” in a shrill voice.
Down the stairs came bounding the fat and owlish young man.
“Well!” he cried. “Brecky!”
The young woman frowned.
“He didn’t say who he was,” she said. “I didn’t know. Come in!”
Brecky entered, still dazed. They didn’t seem at all surprised to see him, even at that hour of the morning, and in the lamentable state he was in. He sat down uninvited, threw off his cap, and lighted a cigar.