The revolver was in Rupert's hand, and its muzzle smoked.

But Rupert was jammed against the wall, just by the side of the mantelpiece.

With one hand Rudolf had pinned his left arm to the wainscoting higher than his head, with the other he held his right wrist.

I drew slowly nearer: if Rudolf were unarmed, I could fairly enforce a truce and put them on an equality; yet, though Rudolf was unarmed, I did nothing.

The sight of his face stopped me.