“This is intolerable!” he cried.
“I am not detaining you,” said Nick.
Mantelle and the woman turned to the door.
“A nice mess you have made of my morning,” Julius said.
CHAPTER XX.
FLUSHING THE BIRDS.
A waiter approached, a tall, dark, slim fellow, with evident traces of African blood in his veins. He stepped impudently in front of the detectives as they followed Julius and the woman from the room. His manner was insulting in the extreme.
“How did you get into that room?” he demanded.