A knock sounded at the door. The two visitors looked at Peele inquiringly. He said “Come in,” but the door did not open, and again the knock sounded.
“The fellow is like a beggar for coin who refuses a purse without looking into it,” remarked Peele, arising and going to the door.
“More like a lady who wishes to know who is within before venturing,” said Shakespere significantly.
Peele had opened the door. A man stood there in the passage and raised his finger warningly. Peele paused in the greeting he was about to utter, and then, moving his head slightly backward in gesture, said in a low voice: “Shakespere and Tamworth.”
“And none other?” asked the man.
“None.”
He stepped within, but did not seem to notice Peele’s extended hand.
“Lock the door,” he said.
“Right,” said Peele, “the warrant is already out.”
“What, so soon?” exclaimed the other, throwing his hand to his face, which grew ghastly as he stared at his friend.