"Worn clothes won't sell for much and I have no jewelry." Then she raised the pistol.

"Don't move! I mean you to keep still." He stood motionless, with a kind of dull resignation, although she thought she had noted a curious shrinking when she spoke, as if something in her voice had disturbed him.
"I don't know what to do with you," she resumed.

"No doubt you knew Mr.
Farnam is away, but the pistol magazine is full.

To begin with, you had better empty your pockets.

Pull them inside out!" He obeyed and dropped a pipe, a tobacco tin, and two or three silver coins.
"Those are mine; I've corralled nothing of yours." "So it seems!" Agatha rejoined.