Also, I intend to seal your lips before you leave this room." De Chauxville stared at him with a dropping lip.

He gulped down something in his throat.

His hand was stealing round under the fur jacket to a pocket at the back of his trousers.
"Let me out!" he hissed.
There was a gleam of bright metal in the sunlight that poured in through the window.

De Chauxville raised his arm sharply, and at the same instant Steinmetz threw a book in his face.

A loud report, and the room was full of smoke.
Steinmetz placed one hand on the table and, despite his weight, vaulted it cleanly.