McEachern’s deep-set eyes gleamed and his forehead grew red, but he mastered his feelings.
“And now——” he said.
He stopped.
“Yes?” asked Jimmy.
“What are you doing here?”
“Nothing at the moment.”
“You know what I mean. Why are you here—you and that red-headed devil, Spike Mullins?”
He jerked his head in the direction of the door.
“I am here because I was very kindly invited to come by Lord Dreever.”
“I know you.”