“I am going to let you remain here for the present,” the detective answered.
“Alone?”
“Oh, no!”
Brockey subsided into sullen silence, and glared fiercely at Carter.
Inwardly he cursed him.
The detective walked to the door and unlocked and opened it. Then he stepped out into the hall and gave a peculiar whistle.
In a few minutes Patsy bounded up the stairs from the floor below.
“What do you want, Mr. Carter?” the young man asked as he confronted his chief.
“I have a prisoner in that room,” Carter replied, pointing toward the room. “I want you to guard him.”
“I’ll do it.”