He raved on. Richman lifted the ’phone. Found it out of order. I knew he would.
“Police Station is two blocks south,” he informed me. “Go and notify them. I’ll take care of this noisy person.”
“Damn fool! He’s a crook!” bawled the helpless one.
“He thinks you’re as bad as himself,” laughed Richman.
“How did you learn of my danger?” I inquired.
“I borrowed a basement key from the servants. On entering I heard voices up here; crept upstairs, peeped through the curtains, saw your predicament, and nailed the fellow.”
“I’m eternally grateful,” I said warmly.
“Don’t mention it. Now, go for the police, like a good fellow.”
“Surely. Take care of yourself,” I said. Entering the hall, I lifted a heavy fur coat as the thud of footsteps approached the front steps. I opened the door quickly and faced the newcomer, closing it behind me.
“Pardon! Is Mr. Richman in?” he inquired.