He tossed a small automatic into a chair beside the lawyer. Tremont picked up the gun and examined it. He calmly released the safety lock. Thus armed with a loaded pistol, he was in readiness, although his action appeared to be perfectly normal.
The man whom Biff Towley had brought in was standing with bowed head. His pose did not make him appear formidable. Tremont uttered a terse order, bidding Towley to leave. The gang leader retired, leaving his prisoner under Tremont's guard.
"Well?" he questioned harshly.
The man raised his head. Simultaneously, gasps of astonishment came from both Tremont and Savette. Then the gray-haired lawyer chuckled, and the physician joined with a raspy laugh.
"Harold Sharrock!" said the lawyer, in a sarcastic tone. "Just the man we have wanted. Walked right in to see us. Excellent!"
Sharrock, tall and weak-chinned, stared in a stupefied manner as he faced his captors. He seemed to be making an effort to be bold, without succeeding.
Glade Tremont's chuckle trailed into a dwindling laugh that boded no good for this unexpected visitor. Harold Sharrock had come from the outside. What was his purpose here?
That he would presently explain. Glade Tremont's grim gaze showed that he intended to make Sharrock talk.
Chapter XX — The Man From Inside
"Well?"