"See here!" he cried.

"What kind of a-- ?" The match burned brightly, all at once.

He peered about him, wide-eyed.
"This is no office!" shouted he.

"Here, you! What's the meaning of this?
This is a bed-room!" Sudden realization of the trap stunned and sickened him.
"God! They've got me! Flint and Waldron--they've landed me, at last!" he choked.

"But--but not till I've broken a few heads, by God!" The match fell from his burnt fingers.