“What are you afraid of?” Nick asked, when the man turned and settled down beside him.
Lombard glanced sharply at him.
“Can’t you guess?” he questioned, with a growl.
“I suppose you think I’ve put the police wise and that you may be followed,” said Nick.
“That calls the turn,” Lombard nodded. “I’m guarded against that, all right.”
“Well, that’s not my style,” Nick replied, cleverly imitating Garland’s voice all the while. “I always do what I have agreed to do.”
“Is that so?” questioned Lombard, with a groan. “Well, you sure have got a little something on most men, then.”
“Are you the same man who met me before?”
“Don’t I look it?”
“How can I tell? He wore a mask.”