Even these precautions seemed quite needless to Nick, however, it being
a rented house, and Cervera presumably uninformed of his coming.
"Now, senora, you may have just ten minutes to make ready," said he, as
he rejoined her. "I shall leave this chamber door open, and will wait
for you in the adjoining hall. Can you whistle?"
"Whistle?"
"Yes, whistle! You know what it is to whistle, don't you?"
The sneer on Cervera's red lips, as she arose from her chair, became
almost a smile.
"Yes, I can whistle after a fashion," she admitted.
"Well, then, you keep whistling all the time you are alone here," Nick
sternly commanded. "I will let you out of my sight to make these
changes, but not out of my hearing."
"Suspicious fool!"
"Fool or not, you keep whistling," said Nick, bluntly. "If you let up
for so long as a second, I'll come over yonder threshold in a way that
you'll not fancy."
"But suppose I want to brush my teeth?" inquired Cervera, with a
vixenish light in her evil eyes. "I cannot whistle and brush my teeth,
Detective Carter."
"You'll have plenty of time to brush your teeth at the Tombs," said
Nick, sharply. "Now look lively, mark you, and--keep whistling.
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