The man with the gun made no comment. Bob smiled as he was nudged along the hall. His ruse had worked. Hodgson would be waiting.
The old servant moved hurriedly ahead of them. He opened the door and stood by the darkened vestibule, while Bob Galvin and his captor walked out into the night.
CHAPTER III
SHADOWS OF NIGHT
BETTY MANDELL stared across the table. Her gaze was fixed upon Bob Galvin’s face. It seemed sallow in the dim light of the dining room. Two candles on the center of the table furnished the only illumination.
“What’s the matter?” demanded the man, as he noticed the girl’s stare.
“Nothing, Bob,” replied Betty. “It’s just — well, you look so different from what I expected you to be.”
“Yeah?” Bob’s voice seemed rather sour. “What’s the matter with me? Don’t you like my looks?”
“It’s not that, Bob,” said Betty hastily. “I like you, and I’ll always like you, Bob. It’s just that you’re — well — so different from the way I pictured you.”
The man laughed good humoredly.