Sitting on the edge of the bed, Harry awaited the arrival of Crawford.
THE bearded man appeared some minutes later. He came through the door with the stealthiness of a cat, and closed the entrance behind him.
“Do not raise your voice,” he whispered. “Keep absolute silence. Do you know who I am?”
Harry shook his head.
“I didn’t think you recognized me,” said the man with the beard. “So I did not reveal my identity upstairs. I was afraid that you might not believe me.”
He leaned forward, and his voice sank to an almost imperceptible whisper, as he announced:
“I am Vic Marquette.”
“Of the secret service!” gasped Harry.
“Hush! You remember the time we worked together — “
“Yes,” replied Harry, “but I would never have recognized you.”