Baldwin stared at the slender youth
"You Jim Lawrence's nephew?" he half screamed. "You his boy? Well, by ——, I'll break you. I'll fix you—I'll"——
He pitched forward as if in a fit, and McCarthy, after ringing for assistance, waited until the house physician had revived the big man, then hurried back to his hotel, puzzled and excited and vaguely alarmed over the developments of the evening.
Swanson was not yet in the room.
CHAPTER XIII
McCarthy Balks the Plotters
It was past two o'clock when McCarthy was awakened from his troubled sleep by the entrance of Swanson.
"Hello, Silent," said McCarthy sleepily. "What time is it?"