“Yes, you look it, all right.”
“I’ve got a room here in the house, and I pass for a decent fellow. Call up the hotel clerk, Vernon, if you doubt it, and he’ll tell you.”
“There isn’t any need of calling him,” Draper sneered. “I’m waiting for some one else.”
“Who is that?” asked Patsy, pretending ignorance.
“You’ll soon see.”
“When? How soon?”
“When he returns from dinner. He’ll say what must be done with you. He’s the big finger in this—ah, there he is. Don’t stir, or you’ll be a dead one.”
Draper’s gaze was fixed more sharply upon his helpless hearer, and his revolver again was leveled.
Patsy took him on his word and did not stir.
A key had been thrust into the hall door. The door swung open while Draper was speaking, and Doctor Guelpa strode through the narrow entrance hall.