Middleton’s breath came in quick, short gasps.
“Blefken,” he said, “I can’t be cross-examined. Please make allowances for that. I’ve actually come here against my will — come because there is danger!”
“Who is after you?”
“Please don’t question me. Don’t worry about me. Think about yourself. Your life is in danger — terrible danger!”
“I have received no threats,” Blefken responded. “I have no enemies of consequence. I have nothing to fear. What is this all about, Middleton?”
“I see you don’t trust me,” declared Middleton bitterly. “If you knew what I have undergone — what I know — what I have tried to prevent — how I am bound — how terrible it all is—”
“Easy,” remarked Blefken quietly. “Take it easy, old chap! Let’s quiet down a bit. We don’t want to be overheard. You’re safe here—”
“I’m safe, yes,” exclaimed Middleton, in an excited whisper. “I’m safe, always — until my page is turned. My page — you understand? It’s a long way yet, in the book. But yours is next — the last one was turned. Your page is open now!”
Cardona slipped his automatic from his pocket. He was covering Middleton now. He felt that the man was dangerous. Still, he was not ready to act until Blefken should give the word.
“Middleton,” said the lawyer, “you’ve got to quiet yourself a bit. Your nerves are shattered. I’m with you, old fellow. I know that you have something important to say. Don’t worry. I’m safe, here in my own home—”