“Why did you put me in here?”
“Because the house was full of strange people. I didn’t want them to see you like that.”
“Thank you, I’m much obliged to you.”
“Shall I bring you a little whiskey and soda?”
“No thank you, I’m not a drinker.”
“I see that, sir,” said the man. “A cup of strong black coffee will set you all right.”
“Thank you.”
Floyd looked about the room. On the desk there was a box half filled with cigars, stationery, postage stamps, everything just as the unhappy man had left them. The Swede came in with some strong black coffee which Floyd swallowed.
“Colonel Garland told me to give you this when you came to.” It was a large legal envelope; Floyd took it mechanically, flung it on the desk.
“When you are ready, sir, I’ll lock up here.”