"Cover the guy by the window," he commanded. "Cover him quick, Steve."
Cronin raised the automatic, and Harry put his hands in the air.
"Get up," ordered Wally.
Harry obeyed. The man ran his hands over Harry's clothes.
"He ain't got a gun," said Wally.
Steve Cronin was now the astounded one.
"Sit down," he said to Harry. "You too, Wally. If the guy ain't got a gun, we can talk sense. What's this all about?"
Wally looked at Harry, and seeing that he intended no action, decided to explain matters:
"I come up here," he said, "and walk in the room. This guy was here, and I thought he was you. He said to leave the light off. So I talked to him."
"What did you tell him?" asked Cronin.