He might have known by this time with whom he had to deal.

Mr Armstrong held him by the wrist as in a vice.
"It won't do, Ratman," said he.

"The game is up.

The best thing you can do is to stand quietly here till the police come." The prisoner sullenly abandoned his struggle, and turned with a bitter sneer to Roger.
"So you've run me down, have you?
You've found your lost brother at last?
I expected it.

I was a fool to suppose you would lift a finger for me.