“That’s fair enough.”
“Come along, then.”
“Mr. Jeffries’s place is west of the court-house?”
“Directly west. Now, I’ll tell you just how to get here. Do you hear?”
“I’m listening.”
“Leave Main Street at Rancherio Street. Follow Rancherio north four blocks, turn west into Grant Avenue. Mr. Jeffries’s house is on the corner.”
“I’ll find it.”
“Don’t come any other way. If you do, you won’t see me.”
“I’m not afraid of you, Mr. de Spain, and I’ll 375 come as you say. There’s only one thing I should like to ask. It would be as much as my life is worth to be seen talking to you. And there are other good reasons why I shouldn’t like to have it known I had talked to you. Would you mind putting out the lights before I come up––I mean, in the front of the house and in the room where we talk?”
“Not in the least. I mean––I am always willing to take a chance against any other man’s. But I warn you, come prepared to take care of yourself.”