Vincent's going to
arrange to do what he can about that. And--and I don't quite like it."
"Why, what on earth can happen?" asked Laurie, bewildered.
"Mr. Baxter, I suppose you realize that it's you that they--whoever
they are--are interested in? There's no kind of doubt that you'll be
the center tonight. And I did just want you to understand fully that
there are risks. I shouldn't like to think--"
Laurie stood up.
"I understand perfectly," he said. "Certainly, I always knew there
were risks. I hold myself responsible, and no one else. Is that quite
clear?"
The wire of the front-door bell suddenly twitched in the hall, and a
peal came up the stairs.
"He's come," said the other. "Come upstairs, Mr. Baxter. Please don't
say a word of what I've said."
She hurried out, and he after her, as the footman came up from the
lower regions.
* * * * *
The drawing-room presented an unusual appearance to Laurie as he came
in. All the small furniture had been moved away to the side where the
windows looked into the street, and formed there what looked like an
amateur barricade. In the center of the room, immediately below the
electric light, stood a solid small round table with four chairs set
round it as if for Bridge.
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