“Enter,” he said.
“Be damn! but I will, and I’ll be all the better pleased if you’ll stay outside yourself.”
This was exactly what Mr. Red did. The door was locked again, and Patsy found himself face to face with Dr. O’Grady.
“I’m sorry,” said the doctor; “I’m infernally sorry. I was an ass to throw you out that note. I might have known that the Field Marshal would be spying round somewhere. It’s just the kind of absolutely idiotic thing he does rather well.”
“You needn’t be sorry at all. Now that I know I’m not shot, I’d as soon be here as anywhere else.”
“Would you? I’m glad you’re satisfied. All the same I wish you were out of it. Now that there are two of us here, the police are bound to come after us and find us.”
“They’re out after me, anyway,” said Patsy. “That’s why I say I’d as soon be here as anywhere else.”
“And what do they want you for? Is it any of your League work?”
“It is not. It’s nothing to do with the League, good or bad. It’s for murdering you and concealing your body after.”