"What business brings you here?" asked the Doctor curtly.
"Did you think I was going to play with dolls like a good boy, and go to the station at West Seattle at one o'clock in the morning?" said Wallion. "No, the card you made Madame Lorraine write did not lure me, and I hadn't patience enough to wait until eleven o'clock to-morrow; that's what has brought me here."
"And you preferred to sneak in like a thief?"
"You are very particular ... I got in where I could."
"You will be received accordingly. Be good enough to keep still; our explanation will be short but to the point."
Wallion's eyes wandered to the left, where he suspected a door concealed behind a curtain.
"As you please," he said, "but I think our friend Ferail had better show himself too. Aha, he is hesitating, perhaps he would rather be addressed by another name. Now, then, come along, No. 13 Toroni."
The curtain was drawn aside and Ferail appeared in the light. He also had a revolver in his hand.
CHAPTER XIII
FERAIL MAKES A PROPOSAL