Larsan is used to wrestling and putting on the handcuffs.

He opened his eyes swollen with sleep, ready to send me flying, without in the least believing in my reporter's fancies.

I had to assure him that the man was there! "'That's strange!' he said; 'I thought I left him this afternoon in Paris.' "He dressed himself in haste and armed himself with a revolver.

We stole quietly into the gallery.
"'Where is he ?' Larsan asked.
"'In Mademoiselle Stangerson's room.
"'And--Mademoiselle Stangerson ?' "'She is not in there.' "'Let's go in.' "'Don't go there! On the least alarm the man will escape.

He has four ways by which to do it--the door, the window, the boudoir, or the room in which the women are sleeping.' "'I'll draw him from below.' "'And if you fail ?--If you only succeed in wounding him--he'll escape again, without reckoning that he is certainly armed.