“Let him come in,” a man’s voice called out from the interior of the room.
The coachman pushed by the woman and entered the apartment.
Instantly the door was closed.
Carter hurried up to the door.
A transom was above it.
It was halfway open.
Reaching up, Carter caught hold of the edge of the sill under the transom and pulled himself up until he was able to peer into the room. He beheld Rich and Darwin seated on divans at the side, and two women lolling back in steamer chairs. The cabman was standing in the center of the apartment gazing boldly at Rich.
“What do you want?” Rich demanded, in a stern tone, as he glared at the cabby.
“Do you want me to talk out before these people?” the cabby asked, looking around the room at those present and waving his hand toward them.
“I have no secrets from them.”