“No, and you can get a car at the next block, if you want to.”
“I’d rather walk.”
He got up, and Patsy held his arm till they came to the corner.
“I don’t suppose your friend will tackle you again,” said the detective, then: “but I haven’t anything to do, and if you like I’ll walk with you to the hotel.”
“You are very kind,” Snell responded; “suppose you do. I confess that I am very nervous.”
“He had it in for you, I suppose,” remarked Patsy.
“Yes.”
“Don’t you want to speak to this policeman about it?”
An officer was approaching.