"I'm sorry. They never come back."
"Rot!"
Phil was hurt, indignant. With some stiffness he explained the danger of interrupting a seance of this sort, but Law remained obdurate.
"You can put over that second-sight stuff with the Greasers," he declared, sharply, "but not with me. So, José Sanchez has been to see you and you want to warn me. Is that it?"
"I don't know any such party," Strange protested. He eyed his caller for a moment; then with an abrupt change of manner he complained: "Say, Bo! What's the matter with you? I've got a reputation to protect, and I do things my own way. I'm getting set to slip you something, and you try to make me look like a sucker. Is that any way to act?"
"I prefer to talk to you when your eyes are open. I know all about—"
"You don't know nothing about anything," snapped the other. "José's got it in for Mrs. Austin."
"You said you didn't know him."
"Well, I don't. He's never been to see me in his life, but—his sweetheart has. Rosa Morales comes regular."
"Rosa! José's sweetheart!"