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"What you doin' in Hermy's flat, eh?"
Mr. Ravenslee's brows wrinkled slightly, but his soft voice grew softer,
as, pausing in the act of lighting his pipe, he answered: "On the whole
I think you are a rather--er--unpleasant young man, so suppose
you--er--go--"
"What? Go? Are ye tryin' t' tell me t' go?"
"I'm suggesting that you--er--crank up the machine, Mr. Flowers, and
beat it while the going's good!"
M'Ginnis clenched his fist and took a threatening step toward Ravenslee,
then checked himself and stood breathing heavily.
"May I further suggest," said Ravenslee in his pleasantest voice, "that
you look in again--say next Thursday fortnight, Mr. Flowers?"
"T' hell with you--me name's M'Ginnis."
"Of course you might leave a message, Mr. Flowers--"
"Now, see here, you!" said M'Ginnis, his words coming thick with
passion. "I wanter know, first, where Spike is. And then I wanter know
who you are. And then I wanter know what you're after in Hermy
Chesterton's flat--and you're sure goin' t' tell me!"
"Am I?"
"You sure are!"
Mr.


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