“YOU were a friend of a man named Theodore Galvin,” stated the big man in his low growl. “Is that right?”
“I knew Theodore Galvin,” replied Harkness.
“You worked for him, didn’t you?”
“He employed my services as an architect.”
“All right. Did he ever get you to do anything phony for him?”
“Phony?”
“You know what I mean! Did he have you make up special plans for buildings? Put in places that people wouldn’t know about — like a secret room, for instance?”
“Practically all the buildings that I designed for Mr. Galvin,” said Harkness, “were modern office buildings. They were intended purely for commercial purposes—”
“That’s enough. Answer my question!” The gun muzzle pressed against the architect’s ribs. “Were there any phony places in them?”
Harkness shook his head solemnly. He stared coldly at the man before him. He sought to fathom the face behind the mask.