“Sign,” he commanded, and as I got a look at his glittering eyes all I could think of was a snake.
But instead of taking the pen, Poppy stepped quickly to the open window.
“Howdy, Bill,” he spoke to some one outside.
“Howdy, Poppy,” says Bill Hadley.
“Nice evening.”
“Swell,” drawled Bill. “Full moon, I notice.”
“Say, Bill.”
“Yep?”
“If you aren’t in any hurry just stick around for a few minutes longer. Will you?”
I saw now why Poppy had stopped at the police station. He had suspected that an attempt would be made to force us to sign the paper. And how slick of him to get the window open without exciting the enemy’s suspicion!