THE GIRL IN HIS HOUSE
rather attached to it. I know its present owner. Consequently I feel that I have a right to inquire into your actions."
"You are Mr. Armitage?"
"I am."
"Thanks. Good evening."
The stranger began to walk away again, but this time Armitage caught him roughly by the sleeve.
"You will explain to me, or I'll hand you over to the police."
The man threw back the lapel of his coat and displayed a silver badge.
"You are a detective?"
"I am. Satisfied?"
"I certainly am not. What I demand to know is the meaning."
"And I don't propose to tell you."
"Let me see that badge again."
The stranger complied. The badge was the insignia of a famous private detective agency.
"If you want to ask any more questions, Mr. Armitage, go down to the office and ask them of the chief. Good night."
Armitage did not detain him further, but moodily watched him until he vanished
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