"Madame has sent for the police. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Hamilton answered dully.
"And I have sent for a taxi. It depends on which gets here first whether you go to jail or not," said Monte.
Then he sat down in a chair, because his knees were beginning to feel weak.
Marjory was back in a minute, and when she came in Monte was on his feet again.
"It's at the door," she said.
At the sound of her voice Hamilton seemed to revive; but Monte had him instantly by the arm.
"Come on," he ordered.
He shoved the boy ahead a little as he passed Marjory, and turning, drew the revolver from his pocket. He did not dare take it with him, because he knew that in five minutes he would be unable to use it. Hamilton, on the other hand, might not be. He shoved it into her hand.
"Take it upstairs and hide it," he said. "Be careful with it."