Sinclair put up his hand. “Stop,” he said firmly, “I may want you.”
Sanders turned from red to white. “What do you mean?” he said.
“I have no warrant, and cannot make any arrest. But it would be advisable if you did not leave this house.”
“This is about the last straw,” said Sanders, and sank into his chair.
Chapter XVI.
The Criminal Found
“He’s a long time getting that whiskey,” said Allery.
“I expect he’s having a talk with John and my brother,” said Mabel. Sinclair sprang forward in his chair.
“Good God,” he shouted, and without waiting for leave, he rang the bell, keeping his hand on the button in his excitement.
A maid answered the door.
“Where is Mr. Collins?” said he at once.