“Convincing—yes!” Dorson shuddered again. “Enough has been done and said, but I wish I never had seen you, never conspired with you.”
“But, having done so, there can be no revocation, no retreat,” Graff said sternly. “I have seen signs of it, Dorson, and I have to convince you.”
“Enough has been done and said,” Dorson repeated, pulling himself together.
“Besides, there are other reasons,” Graff added. “We are up against a tough proposition, one that is hourly becoming more threatening; but of that a little later. We’ll get right down to business.”
“The windows——”
“Fear nothing. Toby Monk is watching them.”
“The door——”
“None can approach it unheard. I have the ears of a rat.”
“Be quick, then,” said Dorson more calmly. “The sooner we leave here, Graff, the better.”
“Your identity has not been discovered?” questioned the chemist quickly.