"That explains it," said Mayo.
Looking at the clock, Stuart observed the deer head above it. His eyes roved about the room, and he took in all the familiar furniture. The place was like home to Stuart, for he had been living at the lodge until today.
Louie was serving more coffee. Stuart had never forgotten the menace of the Filipino.
Perhaps it was the recollection of that murderous knife. Tonight, however, the man did not seem as repulsive as before. Stuart could not tell why.
A pleasant half hour passed. Fleming came in and joined the others with their coffee.
Stuart strolled over and tuned in the radio on station WNX. He settled back in a comfortable chair, and listened to the program.
The clock on the mantel chimed eleven. Mayo had not changed its hands. That meant five minutes to wait. Five interminable minutes, thought Stuart.
Benson and Grady — murderers both — were in this neighborhood! Tonight, he and Harry Vincent would have a chance to settle scores with the fiends!
Eleven o'clock at last! The voice of the announcer:
Before we proceed with our next number, as previously announced, let me remind you that the makers of Neapolitan Spaghetti have planned an unusual treat for you -