“You are very glad to see me, my children,” said he, as he rubbed his hands together.
“Of course we are,” said Skip Brodie. “Got anything for us to do?”
Dick Denton rapped on the door, and the Jew started at the sound.
Raising both his hands above his head, he hoarsely whispered:
“Do not open the door.”
“It’s Dick Denton,” said one.
Once more Ben Baker went to the door.
The usual formula was gone through with.
“Blue!”
“Green!”