He gazed silently, scowling at the millionaire.

Racksole greeted him and ostentatiously took a revolver from his hip-pocket and laid it on the dressing-table.

Then he seated himself on the dressing-table by the side of the revolver, his legs dangling an inch or two above the floor.
'I want to have a talk to you, Jackson,' he began.
'You can talk to me as much as you like,' said Jules.

'I shan't interfere, you may bet on that.' 'I should like you to answer some questions.' 'That's different,' said Jules.

'I'm not going to answer any questions while I'm tied up like this.