After the district attorney heard the slam and following click of his housekeeper's door, he went into the kitchen, turned down the flame of the lamp and opened the kitchen door.
"That you, Rale?" inquired a muffled voice.
"Yes! Come in! Come in!"
The man in outer darkness spat out two pebbles. "Is that damn woman there?" he asked in the natural tone of voice of Jack Murray.
"No! Come in! I want to shut the door."
Jack Murray entered quickly.
"What in hell are you doing here?" demanded the district attorney, when he and the other were behind the closed door of the office. "Don't you know——"
"I wanted to see you," Jack Murray said, seating himself in the nearest chair. "Ain't you glad to see me?"
"Not very," the district attorney said frankly. "If you get caught——"
"I ain't gonna get caught. The man ain't born yet to catch me. I suppose you got the money for that note."