“You’d better admit me.”
“I won’t, all the same.”
“Is Murphy at home?”
“He has left the city.”
“That’s a lie!”
“Perhaps it is.”
“Will you open the door?”
“No.”
Burt threw his shoulders against it. The door did not budge.
“My friend,” said the young man, leveling a revolver at the detective, “try that again, and I’ll come pretty near sending a bullet through your brain!”