“You make yourself at home!” he said.
“I have a notion,” replied Mr. Havens, “that I paid for most of this furniture. I think I have a right to use it.”
“Look here, Havens,” Redfern said, “you have no possible show of getting out of this place alive unless you come to terms with me.”
“From the lips of any other man in the world I might believe the statement,” Mr. Havens replied. “But you, Redfern, have proven yourself to be such a consummate liar that I don’t believe a word you say.”
“Then you’re not open to compromise?”
Havens shook his head.
There was now a sound of voices in what seemed to be a corridor back of the great apartment, and in a moment Glenn and Carl were pushed into the room, their wrists bound tightly together, their eyes blinking under the strong electric light. Both boys were almost sobbing with rage and shame.
“They jumped on us while we were asleep!” cried Carl.
Redfern went to the back of the room and looked out into the passage.
“Where are the others?” he asked of some one who was not in sight.