“Refuse this, and I will not answer for the consequence,” he whispered angrily. “Remember you are mine.”
He hurried out, trying to be perfectly calm, met the representatives of the law in the hall, and signed to them to come into the consulting-room, and closed the door.
Chapter Thirty Five.
The Climax of a Madness.
“One minute. Sit down while I attend to this.”
The inspector took a chair, but his follower, evidently a plain clothes’ officer, remained standing by the door; while, as if bound to make a memorandum of some important case, Chester took ink and paper and began writing rapidly for a few minutes, listening intently the while for the sound of steps upon the stairs, every nerve on the strain, as he wondered at the patience with which the two men waited.
At last, with his heart throbbing painfully, Chester heard a faint rustling sound outside, and the front door close, just as the inspector broke the silence.
“Beg pardon, sir,” he said, “but this is a case of emergency. I should be glad if you can come at once.”