She told him of the man who watched across the hall
from the room supposed to be occupied by Loeb the secretary, and of
Sprouse's incomprehensible daring.
"Where is Mr. Curtis?" he asked.
Her breath fanned his cheek, her lips were close to his ear. "There is
no Mr. Curtis here. He died four months ago in Florida."
"I suspected as much." He did not press her for further revelations.
"Sprouse should be here by this time. It isn't likely that he has met
with a mishap. You would have heard the commotion. I must go out there
and see if he requires any--"
She clutched his arm frantically. "You shall do nothing of the kind.
You shall not--"
"Sh! What do you take me for, Miss Cameron? He may be sorely in need
of help. Do you think that I would leave him to God knows what sort of
fate? Not much! We undertook this job together and--"
"But he said positively that I was to go in case he did not return in
--in fifteen minutes," she begged. "He may have been cut off and was
compelled to escape from another--"
"Just the same, I've got to see what has become of--"
"No! No!" She arose with him, dragging at his arm. "Do not be
foolhardy. You are not skilled at--"
"There is only one way to stop me, Miss Cameron.
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