"Yes," I answered, half recognizing the cautious voice.
"All right then—come in. There is nothing to fear, the floor is level."
I stepped within, seeing nothing of the man, and the door was closed behind me. The sharp click of the latch convinced me it was secured by a spring lock.
"Turn on the light," said the voice at my side sharply. Instantly an electric bulb glowed dazzling overhead, and I blinked, about half blinded by the sudden change.
CHAPTER II
THE CASE OF PHILIP HENLEY
It was a rather narrow hallway and, with the exception of a thick carpet underfoot, unfurnished. Neale, appearing somewhat more slender in evening clothes, smiled at me genially, showing a gold-crowned tooth.
"Did not chance to hear your motor," he said easily, taking a cigarette case from his vest pocket. "You are a little late; what was it, tire trouble?"
"I came afoot," I answered, not overly-cordial. "It was farther across town than I supposed."