"Anything; yes, that belt will do." She tore it from the hook on the wall, and thrust it into my hands.

With a single movement I had it buckled securely about his arms, and was free to sit up, and stare about.

A cord from the portiere curtain draping the bathroom entrance completed his lashings.

With wicked eyes he stared up at me, unable to move a muscle.
"By God, Craig!" he snarled, "you'll both wish you 'd killed me before ye 're done with this job." I made no reply, using the corner of the desk to help me get to my feet.
"Do you hear!" he shouted.

"What chance have you got to get away ?" "That is for me to decide," I answered.