The door clicked and the clubman entered. He went up two flights of stairs and tapped at a door in the corner. The door opened, and Paget entered. He was in a poorly furnished room. A single light gleamed from a table in the corner.
The only occupant was the man who had admitted Paget. This individual was obscured in the semidarkness. The occupant closed the door. Paget took a chair beside the table.
“Well?” questioned his host.
“It’s set,” replied Paget.
An exclamation of satisfaction came in reply.
“When?” asked the man.
“I don’t know,” answered Paget. “Soon, though.”
“It had better be soon!” retorted the man sullenly. “I’ve waited a long time. I’m broke. Owe them fifty dollars rent, among other things.”
“I’ll fix that,” said Paget easily.
“You’ve said that before. I’ve waited long enough.”