"Your safety depends on me," the young man warned. "Suppose I
should call for help?"
Garson stepped forward threateningly.
"You would only call once," he said very gently, yet most grimly.
His hand went to the noiseless weapon in his coat-pocket.
But the young man's answer revealed the fact that he, too, was
determined to the utmost, that he understood perfectly the
situation.
"Once would be quite enough," he said simply.
Garson nodded in acceptance of the defeat. It may be, too, that
in some subtle fashion he admired this youth suddenly grown
resolute, competent to control a dangerous event. There was even
the possibility that some instinct of tenderness toward Mary
herself made him desire that this opportunity should be given for
wiping out the effects of misfortune which fate hitherto had
brought into her life.
"You win," Garson said, with a half-laugh. He turned to the
other men and spoke a command.
"You get over by the hall door, Red. And keep your ears open
every second. Give us the office if you hear anything.
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