“What is that to me? I tell you I know nothing of it. I have not seen her. I——”
“You were in the music hall last night!” interrupted Larry; “I saw you. I saw you look at her, and it was when she saw you she fainted. I saw you give the ‘ten’ signal to your tools. I was there!” and Larry, with a sudden impulse, laid his hand on his cheek as he had seen Parloti do.
“Ha! What is that? You saw! You! I must——”
The man was very much excited. He fairly rushed at Larry, for the Italian had been taken by surprise.
“I—I—I must—I must be calm,” he whispered, as his arm sank to his side.
“Well?” asked Larry suggestively.
“I will say no more to you! I will answer no more questions. Go! I desire to be alone!”
“Then you won’t tell where the stolen boy is?” asked Larry.
“No! No! A thousand times, no! I will say nothing. Get out of here!” and once more he rushed at Larry, who stood his ground, and looked fearlessly at the infuriated man.
“Leave at once, or I shall summon a porter to remove you!” cried Parloti, reaching for the electric-bell signal.