"The funny little man? Oh, he left here long ago when he learned you had fallen among old friends," she replies, carelessly.
John remembers something now; it is the sight of Philander Sharpe lying back in his chair drugged, and therefore he does not credit what the actress says.
"Will you show me the way out?" he asks.
"I will do more."
She claps her hands together in the oriental way of summoning a servant.
Instantly the curtains move; three men enter the apartment, and John realizes that Pauline Potter is about to show her teeth.
He draws his figure up, for while not a pugnacious man, he knows how to defend himself. As to his bravery who can question it after his action of the afternoon?
"Does it take three to show me to the door? With your permission I will depart."
"Not yet Doctor Chicago—not yet."
"Ha! you would attempt violence. Well, I'm ready to meet these fellows, thanks to the forethought that caused me to arm myself before starting on this quixotic errand to-night."