"And then I'll never forgive myself, Sidney!"
"You'll show your forgiveness by handling my affairs for me, sir, in that event, and by treating me as your son again!" Prale said.
He hurried up to the suite. Murk had been sleeping in a chair in the living room, as if expecting a call at any moment. He was somewhat startled to hear Sidney Prale whistling merrily at four o'clock in the morning.
CHAPTER XXV
AN ACCUSATION
Springing toward him, the masked man stopped two feet from the bound Jim Farland.
"So you think you know me, do you?" he snarled.
"I have a pretty good idea," Farland said. "There are only a few men in the city, to my knowledge, who could be hired to do work like this, and it occurs to me that I have seen those hands of yours before. I think your face is in the rogues' gallery, too, if you want to know!"
The masked man retreated for a few feet, evidently relieved.