While he spoke he moved toward a table where a revolver lay in full view.
“Never mind that,” Ned said, coolly. “We can arbitrate our differences without its assistance. Besides, it is not loaded.”
“What are you doing here?” Lemon almost shouted, his face growing white, either with rage or fear. “Leave the room immediately.”
Ned dropped into a chair and motioned toward another.
“Sit down!” he ordered.
“Your impudence is amazing,” Lemon said, but he took the chair.
In a moment, however, he turned to the door.
“Jap!” he called.
Again the door opened and the servant looked in.
“Are you armed?” Lemon asked.