Chapter 10
A HAND, touching him on the shoulder, made Waring experience the sensation that must always be lurking close at hand for the fugitive criminal— the sensation of being "wanted." He turned like a shot, his right hand clenched, to meet the grinning face of Billy Sinsabaugh.
Waring's hand relaxed, and he forced an answering smile.
"Jove, Phil, you act as though you expected some one to knife you in the hack! You started as though you were sadly in need of a drink. And right here is the place!"
Gripping Waring's hand within his own mighty fist, Sinsabaugh impelled his friend toward the portals of the Exploration Club, in front of which he had stopped Waring.
A drink would do no harm, thought Waring.
"With you, Billy!" he exclaimed.
Together they entered the club.
"Glad I caug
