Bring him along, Wilson.

You know what to do if he tries to bolt.' I had a momentary thought of breaking away, but decided that the odds were too much against me.

Fuming with impatience, I followed the A.P.M.
to his office on the first floor in a side street.

The precious minutes were slipping past; Ivery, now thoroughly warned, was making good his escape; and I, the sole repository of a deadly secret, was tramping in this absurd procession.
The A.P.M.issued his orders.

He gave instructions that my depot should be rung up, and he bade Wilson remove me to what he called the guard-room.