Scotty was through, too. The boys took seats and busied themselves reading magazines.
Hartson Brant's hair had needed only trimming, not complete cutting, so he was finished in a short time. The barber shook out his cloth, then put it back on for the finishing touches. Rick glanced up as the barber spoke.
"Your hair's pretty dry, sir, and I have an excellent treatment here. I'd like to give you one. It would make your hair look better, and make it easier to handle."
Tension swept through Rick as though someone had turned on an electric current. The tension had no focus. It was just that something deep within him had reacted. He stood up and dropped his magazine.
"Dad," he said hastily, "I just saw Julius go through the lobby."
"Where did he go?" Hartson Brant demanded. "I didn't see him."
"I think he went through the front door," Rick said. "Better hurry. I'll try to catch him."
Outside the barbershop he stopped, to let Scotty catch up with him. "Why should Weiss run out through the front door?" Scotty demanded.
"He didn't. It was a stall, to get Dad out of there in a hurry."
"But why?"