They stepped from the study, and Gordon turned the electric switch, filling the room with a blaze of light.
Van Meter and his men blinked in amazement at the sight of the preacher and his wife quietly walking toward them.
"You contemptible old sneak!" he hissed. "How dare you crawl into this room to spy on me?"
"I thought I had good reasons for being here," he spluttered, nervously clearing his throat.
"Well, you thought a lie as your father, the devil, did before you."
"Apparently a mistake somewhere," stammered the Deacon, looking sheepishly at Mrs. Gordon. "And I'd like to explain to you, sir, that I didn't bring that cat."
"Well, cat or no cat, I give you a parting warning. We will not meet again in this church, and if I ever catch you sneaking around me I'll take a whip and thrash you as I would a cur, you little ferret-eyed imp of hell!"
The Deacon cowered beneath the furious giant figure and beckoned to the detectives.
Gordon and his wife passed by them and out into the night.
