"Have a cocktail," said Crockett promptly. "Then you'll be all right again."
Jennie looked up with interest. "Well," she said.
Crockett rose to mix the drinks.
"You'll have one, too, Mr. Merriam?"
But during the brief interchange between Crockett and Jennie, Merriam had been doing some quick thinking--wild thinking, perhaps. The plan suggested by his college memory, which before he had rejected as too violent, his mind now seized upon and was eagerly shaping to the present situation.
When Crockett addressed him, he rose.
"No," he said. "I'm tired too. I am sick." He simulated a slight dizziness. "I'll go lie down again. If you'll excuse me."
He moved to the bedroom door, affecting uncertainty in his steps. As he passed into the bedroom he called: "Margery!"
CHAPTER XXI
FLASH LIGHTS