"Have you got him?"
"Sure, I showed him your room."
"Did you lock him in?"
"Certainly not."
"He'll get away."
"Oh no, he'll be on the job. Has she come?"
Kirk shook his head. "Gee! I'm nervous." He wiped his brow with a shaking hand.
"Don't weaken," Runnels encouraged. "I'm beginning to believe you'll pull it off. I told my wife all about it—thought we might need her—and she's perfectly crazy. I never saw her so excited. Let me know as soon as you can which dance it will be. This suspense—Gad! There they are now! Go to it, old man."
Into the lobby came a mixed group, in which were Andres Garavel, his daughter, Ramon Alfarez, and the Cortlandts. Kirk's face was white as he went boldly to meet them, but he did his best to smile unconcernedly. He shook hands with Edith and her husband, bowed to Gertrudis, then turned to meet her father's stare.
"May I have a word with you, sir?"