“What does that mean?” asked Phil, with sudden apprehension.
“What do you refer to?” asked his guide with an unpleasant smile.
“Why do you lock the door?”
“I thought it might be safest,” was the significant answer.
“I don't believe Mr. Carter is in the house at all,” said Phil quickly.
“I don't believe he is either, youngster.”
“Why did you tell me he was here?” demanded Phil, with rising indignation.
“I thought you wouldn't come if I didn't,” replied his companion nonchalantly.
“Answer me one thing, is Mr. Carter sick at all?”
“Not that I know of.”