He was staring in a dazed sort of way back and forth from Jimmie Dale to the man on the floor.
"What's this mean ?" he burst out suddenly, "Where's--" "Your wrist, please!" requested Jimmie Dale pleasantly.

"No--the left one.

Thank you"-- as the handcuff snapped shut.

"Now go over there and sit down on the floor beside that fellow.

QUICK!" Jimmie Dale's voice rasped suddenly, imperatively.
Still bewildered, but a little sullen now, Lannigan obeyed.