"Take those papers from the thief's hand," he commanded.
"Stop!" cried Mr.Caryll.

"Lord Rotherby, may I speak with you alone before you go further in a matter you will bitterly regret ?" "Take those papers from him," Rotherby repeated, swearing; and the servant bent to the task.

But Mr.Caryll suddenly wrenched the hand away from the fellow and the wrist out of Lord Rotherby's grip.
"A moment, my lord, as you value your honor and your possessions!" he insisted.

"Let me speak with Lord Ostermore first.

Take me before him." "You are before him now," said Rotherby.