I pulled Colin over the trap, rolled on the top of him, and began to snore heavily as if in a drunken slumber.
The key was turned, and the gleam of a lantern was thrown on the wall.
It flew up and down as its bearer cast the light into the corners.
'By God, he's gone,' I heard Henriques say.

'The swine was listening, and he has bolted now.' 'He won't bolt far,' Laputa said.

'He is here.

He is snoring behind the counter.' These were anxious moments for me.

I had a firm grip on Colin's throat, but now and then a growl escaped, which was fortunately blended with my snores.