Jarvis was engaged in putting a few articles into a small bag. His back was toward the door, but he heard Nick's entrance and turned quickly.
He sprang to his feet with a cry. Then his hands fell to his sides. He was the picture of despair.
"I see," said Nick, "you were preparing to run away."
Jarvis made no answer.
"That would have been the most foolish thing you could do," said Nick. "It would have been equivalent to confession."
"And why not?" groaned the doctor.
"Do you admit your guilt?"
"No, I do not," said Jarvis firmly; "but everything is against me."
"Well, we will consider that subject later. What did you intend to do with my friend yonder?"
He pointed through the open door toward Chick.