“I’ve got a pretty capable foot,” grinned Joe, “and I guess I can keep the door from being shut.”
They got off at the fourth floor and walked along the corridor till they reached the number for which they were looking.
Fleming was already engaged with a visitor. He and Big Connelly were in earnest conversation when Joe rapped on the door. Fleming looked up with some irritation at being interrupted.
“What does that clerk mean by not announcing a caller?” he growled.
“I’ll just step into the bedroom while you see who it is,” said Connelly, tiptoeing into the adjoining room.
Fleming went to the door and opened it. He started back in surprise and alarm when he saw Joe’s face. Then with a snarl he started to slam the door, but Joe thrust his foot between the door and the jamb. Then he gave a push with his brawny shoulder and the next moment he and his companions were in the room. Jim coolly shut the door and stood with his back to it.
“What does this mean?” shouted Fleming, almost stuttering with rage. “Get out of here this minute or I’ll have you thrown out.”
“No, you won’t,” replied Joe, coolly. “I’ve got a little business with you, Fleming, and I don’t go out till it’s finished.”
Before the cold gleam in his eye, Fleming shrank back.