If you bolt or cry out, I'll send a bullet through your head.

So that you may not be tempted to waste your blood and brains, if you have any, and my patience, pray recall that the Carmodys are snugly asleep by now in the east wing and the house is large.

They couldn't hear you." It was the older portion of the house and one which by reason of its draughts was rarely used in winter, to which Carl drove his shaking prisoner.

In summer it was cool and pleasant.

In winter, however, it was cut off from heat and habitation by lock and key.
At Carl's curt direction Kronberg turned the key in the door and passed through the icy file of rooms beyond to the second floor, thence to a dusty attic where the sweep of the wind and snow seemed very close, and on to an ancient cluster of storerooms.