Guest did not reply for the moment, but looked sharply from his friend to the door and back.
“There is someone in there!” he said to himself; “and for Myra’s sake I will know the truth.”
Then aloud:
“Take me into your room; we can’t talk here.”
Stratton made a quick movement before the door as if to keep him back.
Chapter Twenty Nine.
Arch Plotters.
Stratton opened the door without a word. Guest followed him in, to find himself in a plainly furnished sitting room, beyond which seemed to be the bedroom, while the two windows looked out westward over the Thames.