“Now go to the telephone for me. You remember Mr. Carter’s number, do you?�
“Yes, sir.�
“Call him up. Ask him if he will be good enough to come here at once. Tell him that it is important; otherwise I would not make the request.�
“Yes, sir.�
“If he should ask you what is the matter, explain to him that—well, just explain the situation just as you see it and understand it. That will be sufficient till he gets here.â€�
“But I do not understand it, sir.�
“Neither will he—till he gets here. Go now. Remember, Mr. Carter in person, if he is at home. If he is not, then either one of his assistants.â€�
“Yes, sir.�
Lynne crossed the room and managed to turn the chair upon which Mike was seated, so that it faced the bed; then, still holding the gun in his hand, he got into the bed again and propped the pillows behind him.
Red Mike was still swearing and calling names, and threatening what he would do when the opportunity offered, even if such opportunity happened a thousand years hence; but he came to a stop and stared in amazement when Lynne returned to the bed.