“What do you mean?” he asked, though affecting disregard of the remark.
“I mean nothing—so long as you remain silent,” Waldron answered.
Ghelardi was nonplussed. But only for a second, for he was not a man to be easily deterred from any intention.
“So you think that I may heed your empty threats—eh, Signor Waldron? Well, we shall see,” he replied, with a hard, triumphant laugh.
Then releasing his hold upon the door handle he bowed mockingly to the Englishman, inviting him to pass out.
Chapter Twenty One.
A Confidential Report.
Hubert Waldron halted on the threshold, his eyes fixed upon those of the spy.