Again Jason obeyed, stumbling in the darkness as he returned from the electric-light switch at the farther end of the room. He sat down in the chair.
Larry the Bat stepped out from behind the curtain. “I came for that letter, Jason,” he explained quietly. “I am going out again now. I may be back to-morrow; I may not be back for a week. You will say nothing, not a word, of my having been here to-night. Do you understand, Jason?”
“Yes, sir,” said Jason; then hesitantly: “Would you mind saying, sir, when you came in?”
“It's of no consequence, Jason—is it?”
“No, sir,” said Jason.
Jimmie Dale smiled in the darkness.
“Jason!”
“Yes, sir.”
“I wish you to remain where you are, without leaving that chair, for the next ten minutes.” He moved across the room to the door. “Good-night, Jason,” he said.
“Good-night, Master Jim—good-night, sir—oh, Lord!”