There was an odd note of urgency in his voice which made me glance at him sharply. I had not seen him look so worried before.
“What have you got on your mind?” I asked.
“Plenty.” He paused while the barman came with the drinks and then when he had gone he went on “There’s evil in Nagualisrn. I feel some of that evil has broken loose.”
“I wish you would be quiet,” Myra said crossly. “You’re always the skeleton at the feast. To-night, we enjoy ourselves. To-morrow we go to New York.” And she raised her glass,
“The toast is frustration and confusion to killjoys!”
We drank.
PART TWO
NEW YORK
Chapter TEN
IT wasn’t until we had been in New York for three days and we had more or less settled down in a Brooklyn apartment that I began to realize that Doc Ansell’s presentiments might have some foundation.