"Understand, Kennedy," said Shagarach, "if Arnold is informed of this agreement, directly or indirectly, our contract is broken and I will spare no pains to lodge you where you belong."
His tone made the weakling shudder.
"Why do you desire to conceal it from Harry?" he asked, obstinately.
"Draw what inference you choose."
Shagarach returned to his desk and Emily was uneasily aware that the youth whom she had seen in his office passed her twice in the crowd while she was making her way back to the studio. But Arthur Kennedy Foxhall was too perturbed that day to practice with success even the easy arts of the professional lady-killer. His pursuit of Emily only registered on his memory a face which was to haunt him in his drug-fed dreams.
CHAPTER XIV.
GNAWING OF THE RAT'S TOOTH.
"Hello, Bobbs," called the solitary cracksman. "Put your hear to the chink and let's 'ave a palaver."
The "chink" was that hollow spot in the rear of the cell, where by pressing his ear against the wall Floyd could hear communications from Dobbs, inaudible to the rest of the prisoners.