Chapter 11
Gibbons paced impatiently back and forth in the hallway. Every time he reached the top of the stairs that led down to the door opening onto the street, he stopped for a moment. Finally, he heard the knob turn and hurried over.
Joseph Grattan walked slowly towards him.
“Why are you taking so long?” Gibbons exclaimed, clearly on the brink of a nervous breakdown.
“What do you mean, taking so long?” Grattan replied calmly.
“I told you yesterday that there were curious people asking questions.”
“What are you worried about? What can they find out? I have already said that a friend was with me, that he went to look for his brother in the interior, and that he left early yesterday morning.”
“That does not mean anything. I am telling you, it is dangerous to keep that man here any
