His mouth was agape with astonishment.
At the door stood Steven Cronin, commanding the room. One hand was still on the light switch. The other clutched a revolver which was close against the holder's body. Cronin's lips were parted in a grim smile that revealed a gold tooth at one side of kits mouth. His keen, quick eyes were taking in the situation.
Harry Vincent felt a sinking sensation. He was caught. What would be next?
CHAPTER VI. CRONIN TALKS TERMS
Steve Cronin closed the door of the room. He looked at the man called Wally. Then he lowered his gun.
"Oh, it's you, Wally," he said. "Who's your friend over there?"
Wally had raised his hands at the threat of the revolver. He still held them half upward in astonishment as he stared from Steve Cronin to Harry Vincent. Then he looked back to the man at the door.
"It's you, Steve?" he asked.
"Of course."
Wally became active. His senses suddenly returned.