“I merely called to pay you a visit.”
Murphy felt his whole body covered with cold perspiration. It was plain Quick’s visit augured him no good. Monte made no move toward leaving his bed.
“This is a queer hour and a queerer manner of paying me a visit. Have you gone back to the old business?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m afraid your object in coming here is robbery.”
Quick smiled.
“I could take advanced lessons in that art from you.”
“What do you want?”
“I believe you asked that question before,” remarked Quick dryly.
“Yes, but you failed to answer it.”