Then he spoke very deliberately and coolly, but with a certain peremptory sharpness.
"Go ahead of me to the New American and wait in the office until I come." The man's hand went to his hat.
"None of that!" Armitage arrested him with a gesture.

"My name is Armitage,--John Armitage," he said.

"I advise you to remember it.

Now go!" The man hurried away, and Armitage slowly followed.
It occurred to him that the man might be of use, and with this in mind he returned to the New American, got his key from the office, nodded to his acquaintance of the street and led the way to the elevator.
Armitage put aside his coat and hat, locked the hall door, and then, when the two stood face to face in his little sitting-room, he surveyed the man carefully.
"What do you want ?" he demanded bluntly.
He took a cigarette from a box on the table, lighted it, and then, with an air of finality, fixed his gaze upon the man, who eyed him with a kind of stupefied wonder.

Then there flashed into the fellow's bronzed face something of dignity and resentment.