At this moment from below came a bellow:
"Oh, Dink Stover—hello above there!"
"That's Troutman now," said Joe Hungerford.
Stover went to the window, flinging it up.
"Well, who's there?"
"Troutman and Chris Schley. I say, Dink, we've got to see you. Come on down."
"Thanks, I haven't the slightest desire to see you now or at any other time," said Stover, who closed the window and resumed his seat, eyeing the clock.
His three friends exchanged troubled glances, and Regan began to whistle to himself, but no questions were asked. At nine o'clock Stover rose and took his hat.
"I'm going out. I may be back late," he said, and went down the stairs.