"Take a seat, and I'll call Mr. Weaver," said the woman.
Somehow Grit's courage was dampened by the unpromising look of the house and its interior.
He had pictured to himself Mr. Weaver as a pleasant, prosperous-looking man, who lived in good style, and was liberally disposed.
He sat down in an armchair in the center of the room.
He had but five minutes to wait.
Then the door opened, and to Grit's amazement the man whom he had known as Colonel Johnson entered the room, and coolly locked the door after him.
CHAPTER XXXV. CROSS-EXAMINED.
Grit's face showed the astonishment he felt at the unexpected appearance of a man whom he knew to be the prime instigator of the attempt to rob the bank at Chester.
Colonel Johnson smiled grimly as he saw the effect produced by his presence.