A pause preceded the answer. “It wouldn’t hardly do for me to come to your office in daylight. But if it would, I couldn’t do it to-morrow, because I shan’t be in town in the morning.”
“Where are you talking from now?”
“I’m at Tenison’s place.”
“Hang you,” said de Spain instantly, “I know you now.” But he said the words to himself, not aloud.
“Do you suppose I could come up to where 374 you are to-night for a few minutes’ talk?” continued the man coolly.
“Not unless you have something very important.”
“What I have is more important to you than to me.”
De Spain took an instant to decide. “All right,” he said impatiently; “come along. Only––” he paused to let the word sink in, “––if this is a game you’re springing–––”
“I’m springing no game,” returned the man evenly.
“You’re liable to be one of the men hurt.”