And even as he spoke the corridor door opened and a man stepped in.
From where he lay, Harleston could see him; the others could not.
“’Pon my soul, I’m popular this morning!” Harleston remarked, sitting up.
Instantly the new-comer covered him with his revolver.
“What did you say?” Sparrow inquired from the sitting-room, just as the stranger appeared around the corner.
Like a flash, the latter’s revolver shifted to him.
“Easy there!” said he.
Sparrow sprang up—then he laughed.
“Easy yourself!” said he. “Marston, let this gentleman see your hand.”
Marston came slowly forward until he stood a little behind but sufficiently in view to enable the stranger to see that he himself was covered by an automatic.