“I have a room and bath over in the southeast part of the city,” answered O’Brien.
“And you, Lawrence?”
“Up on the heights, sir. I like to be high.”
“I wish you were closer together,” mused Mr. Ridgeway.
“There are twin beds in my bedroom,” said Lawrence. “I wish you would come over there if you feel like it, Mr. O’Brien.”
“I accept without further parley,” said O’Brien. “Have you a telephone?”
“Yes,” said Lawrence.
“A regular swell, this lad,” said O’Brien, smiling. “Well, give Mr. Ridgeway our address, and let’s go down and get fired.”
They descended, reconnoitered the corridor carefully, and retraced their steps. Mr. Ridgeway entered his office alone and pressed the button on his desk. A boy appeared.
“I am expecting the young fellow who was with me this morning,” he said. “When he comes send him in.”