“He said you told him to go in and wait there.”
“He is a liar! Hereafter he shall wait out here. You understand, McCabe?”
“Yes, sir. You’re always out when he calls, ain’t you?”
Puma meditated a few moments: “No. When he calls you shall let me know. Then I decide. But he shall not wait in my office.”
“Very good, sir.” And, as Puma turned to go: “The police was here again this evening, sir.”
“Why?”
“They heard of the row in the hall last night.”
“What did you tell them?”
“Oh, the muss was all swept up––windows fixed and the busted benches in the furnace, so I said there had been no row as far as I knew, and I let ’em go in and nose around.”