“Dick Darwin, my mind is made up.”
“Do listen to reason, Dora.”
“Good night.”
Dora arose from the table, cast a contemptuous glance at Darwin, and walked into a side room.
“Confound that woman!” Darwin muttered, as he gazed after her. “If she turns against me, she may ruin me. I wish I hadn’t met Sally Rich—at least, not for the present.”
Carter heard what Darwin muttered, and he saw that the man was greatly disturbed.
“He’s afraid of Dora, for some reason,” the detective cogitated. “If I could get her out of here, unseen by Darwin, while she is in her present mood, I might be able to worm some information out of her. Shall I make the attempt?”
Carter looked into the next room, where he saw Dora putting on her cloak. He glanced at Darwin, who was leaning back in his chair in a brown study.
“Shall I try?” the detective thought, and he gazed after Dora, who was starting for the stairway. He saw that Darwin did not move, and he was still thinking.
In an instant his mind was made up, and he started after Dora.