Still they did not shoot.
"Bard!" commanded the voice which had spoken from nowhere before.

"Stop where you are.

Are you fool enough to think that I'll let you go ?" "Are you William Drew ?" "I am, and you are----" "The son of John Bard.

Are you in this house ?" "I am; Bard, listen to me for thirty seconds----" "Not for three.

Sally, go out of this room and through that door." There was a grim command in his voice.