An honest man seldom has any need of concealed deadly weapons." Tom stepped still farther back, breaking the revolver and dropping the cartridges into one hand.

Hawkins made a move as though to spring upon him, but Harry leaped into the room, confronting the gambler.
Thus shielded, Tom drew a combination tool-knife from one of his pockets, then coolly drew out the screw that held the trigger in place.
Dropping the trigger into his own pocket, Tom tossed the weapon back.
"Catch it, Hawkins," he called.

"You may want this to frighten some children with over in Blixton.

Now, Mr.Renshaw, I believe you know what you're to do." "Yes, sir," nodded the superintendent, from the doorway, and vanished.
"We'll take our leave, now," sneered Hawkins, "unless you have some further humiliation in store for us." "Just one," Tom declared, "so you can't go just yet." "Oh, all right," Hawkins laughed fiercely.

"You'll have to pay for this unlawful detention." "You can tell the officers all about that," Tom suggested tantalizingly.
"Mr.Renshaw has just gone to telephone for them." "The officers?
Police ?" snarled Hawkins.
"Yes.