"Chump!" he said to himself as he turned and started back down the steps. "I'll never sleep inside that house again," and laughed.
Upon the walk he heard steps, and when he had reached the street, looked up to meet Glavis and a strange Negro just turning in. Glavis glared at him as if to say, "Well, what business have you here, now?" But Baptiste mumbled some word of apology about having turned in at the wrong number, went directly to his room, retired and forgot the incident.
He had no idea how long he had been asleep or what time it was when he was awakened suddenly by a drumming on his door, and the attorney's voice, saying:
"Heh! Heh! Baptiste, wake up, wake up, you're wanted!"
He turned on his side and drew his hand to his forehead to assure himself that he was awake. Then, realizing that he was, he jumped from the bed and going forward, opened the door.
Two officers, the attorney in a bath robe, and Glavis stood at the door. He regarded them curiously. "What is this?" he managed to say, as they came into the room.
"Seems that they want you," said the attorney.
"Me?" he chimed.
"Yep," said one of the officers. "Will you go along peacefully or shall we have to put the bracelets on. You're arrested for murder."
"For murder! Me, for murder?"