His grasp suddenly tightened.

The door was closed and the reporter was outside.

Maraton turned to Aaron, with whom, as yet, he had scarcely exchanged a word.

The latter was sitting at a table, sorting letters.
"How long will those fellows be ?" he asked.
Aaron glanced at the clock.
"On their way here by now, I should say," he replied.

"They are all coming.