"All right; that's all," Beman asserted.
Peewee backed, anxiously, toward the door. "No; wait!" Beman commanded. "Sit over there." He pressed the bell and waited for the servant. When the man appeared he gave him some instructions which Peewee could not hear and then looked at his watch. These signs seemed to indicate that Beman was expecting someone.
Peewee, from the chair to which he had been assigned, watched the old man apprehensively. Who was he expecting? Minutes passed.
Presently the doorbell rang. The servant crossed the hall; the outer door opened and closed. The servant appeared at the door of the library, evidently in accordance with the instruction she had received, and stood aside to let the visitor enter.
Peewee, seeing behind the servant the man whose picture he had looked at in the room upstairs, sidled off his chair in preparation for either flight or battle. The man's likeness to himself was more evident in his person than it had been merely in the picture. Peewee's throat
