"I had my own reasons for not telling you before, but the matter has already been arranged.

The man is only carrying out his instructions." "What do you mean by already arranged ?" I asked, not without some alarm.
"I mean that you are my prisoner, Mr.Fairfax," he said.

"You see, you are rather a difficult person to deal with, if I must pay you such a compliment, and one has to adopt heroic measures in order to cope with you." "Then you've been humbugging me all this time," I cried; "but you've let the cat out of the bag a little too soon.

I think I'll bid you good-bye." I was about to rise from my seat and open the door, but he stopped me.
In his hand he held a revolver, the muzzle of which was in unpleasant proximity to my head.
[Illustration: "IN HIS HAND HE HELD A REVOLVER."] "I must ask you to be good enough to sit down," he said.

"You had better do so, for you cannot help yourself.