“That is,” qualified Martin, “if you can. I’m going to try you right now.”
Once more he reached out his left hand, and this time he pressed the bell.
“Order the Red Spider around to the office entrance,” he called down the tube.
Turning away from the wall, he again addressed himself to the detective.
“I’m taking you into my employ, Jones,” he went on, “but at the first sign of disloyalty I shall turn you over to the police.”
“I understand, sir.”
“Try to run away from me, and I’ll have you hounded down if it costs me every dollar I’ve got in the world.”
Nick shivered.
“And another thing,” went on Martin, “you’re to let whisky alone. There’s a time for lushing, as for everything else, and when I’m ready to have you booze, I’ll let you know.”
“Yes, sir.”