“What made you so nervous?” questioned Birch, as he thrust the payment money in his coat pocket.
“Nothin’,” grunted Spotter. “I just been kinda shaky to-night.”
“Did that rub-out of Reds Mackin worry you?”
“No. Why should it?”
“Well, it was a lot of hullabaloo over just one guy. I wonder what Reds Mackin had been doing? They went out of their way to make sure of getting him.”
Spotter shook his head as though the whole affair was a mystery to him. He glanced at the floor, and felt relieved. The huge shadow had disappeared since Doc Birch had come back to his place in the room.
Evidently it had been due to the peculiar position of the lights. Spotter was not anxious to be reminded of anything shadowy.
The bell rang twice. Doc Birch motioned to Spotter.
Then he went out in the hall.
Together they descended the stairs. A man was standing beyond the glass-paneled inside door. His hand was pressed against the pane, so three fingers showed. This was evidently a sign of some sort.