McKay stood up, and Nada rose beside him, gripping his arms with both hands.
"No need of those things, Breault," he said.

"I'll go peaceably." "Still--it's safer," argued Breault, a wicked glitter in his eyes.

"Hold out one hand, please--" The manacle snapped over Jolly Roger's wrist.
"I'm Breault--not Terence Cassidy," he chuckled.

"Never take a chance, you know.

Never!" Swift as a flash was his movement then, as the companion bracelet snapped over Nada's wrist.