"You know that I possess superior authority here." "That man shall not escape!" Griffiths shouted.
He struggled for his whistle.

Sir Henry snatched it from him and picked up the revolver from the carpet.
"Look here, Griffiths," he remonstrated severely, "one single move in opposition to my wishes will cost you your career.

Let there be no misunderstanding about it.

That man will not be arrested by you to-night." Griffiths staggered to his feet.

He was half cowed, half furious.
"You take the responsibility for this, Sir Henry ?" he demanded thickly.
"The man is a proved traitor.