Chapter 17

"Your object in so doing was obvious," continued Drummond. "Money. I don't know how much, and I didn't know who from--until last night." And now Latter was swallowing hard, and clutching the bedclothes with hands that shook like leaves. "You saw me last night, Mr. Latter, didn't you? And I found out your headquarters...." "In God's name--who are you?" His voice rose almost to a scream. "Aren't you the police?" "No--I am not." He was coming nearer, and Latter cowered back, mouthing. "I am not the police, you w…