I am merely a prisoner.

Therefore those papers which you bring me can not lawfully be signed by me." The colonel turned his back to Umballa, sought the latticed window and peered forth.
"There are ways," blazed forth Umballa.
"Bah! You black fool!" replied the colonel, wheeling.

"Have I not yet convinced you that all you can do is to kill me?
Don't waste your time in torturing me.

It will neither open my lips nor compel me to take a character brush in my hand.

If my daughter is dead, so be it.