The automatic drew away; then it stopped.
“You’re going to talk” — a sullen laugh came from the handkerchief that covered the speaker’s face — “because we mean business.
“There’s a place we’re looking for. You know where it is. If you don’t tell us, it will be curtains for you!”
“I have designed many buildings,” Harkness declared. “I would remember any unusual plans such as you suggest. The buildings that I designed for Theodore Galvin were simply office buildings. I shall have to consult my office records to give you a list of them—”
“Listen now” — the voice meant business — “and quit this stalling. When old Galvin built that house of his — where did you come in on it?”
“That house was built long before my time,” replied Harkness. He was staring at the automatic. “It is a very old house.”
“Wait, now” — a thought seemed to flash through his mind — “I do recall something. There were some very unusual arrangements in that house—”
He paused and looked sharply at the man before him.
“Go on!” came the order.
“Just a minute.” Harkness felt confident. He knew that the automatic would not fire while he promised revelations. “I’m not inquiring your purpose. I just want to know your attitude toward me.