"A nice hole!" he commented disgustedly. "And how long do you propose keeping me here?"
The man whom he addressed shrugged his shoulders slightly, and glanced at his subordinate.
"That'll do, Billy," he said. "Just wait in the hall outside."
When the fellow had departed, he closed the door, and turned again to the Harvard man. He still held the automatic in his hand, but Barry observed that it was no longer covering him.
"Now, don't get in a stew," the detective said. "An hour or so of this ain't going to hurt you any."
"It's outrageous!" Lawrence exclaimed angrily. "Here I'm giving a theater party to-night, and have the tickets in my pocket. What do you suppose my friends will think when I don't show up? If you don't smart for this, it won't be my fault, I can tell you!"
"Keep your shirt on," drawled the detective. "Losing your temper won't help you."
He strolled over to the wooden mantelshelf, and leaned one elbow negligently on it, idly snapping the switch of the pocket flash light on and off.
"So you really don't know what you're wanted for?" he went on, in a semijocose tone.
"I haven't the faintest idea," Barry answered.