"Pardon me if I draw this uncomfortably tight.

I don't think you can reach around to the knot.

No?
The trunk is too large?
Quite so!" He stepped around to face Markel again--the man was thoroughly frightened, his face was livid, his jaw sagged weakly, and his eyes followed every movement of the revolver in Jimmie Dale's hand in a sort of miserable fascination.

Jimmie Dale smiled unhappily.

"I am going to do something, Markel, that I should advise no other man to do--I am going to put you on your honour! For the next fifteen minutes you are not to utter a sound.