Come this way!" He turned towards the main passage, but in a second, sharp and short, Fletcher's voice arrested him.
"Warden!" He swung on his heel.

"Well, sir ?" "You will do as I said--immediately!" The words might have been uttered by a machine, so precise, so cold, so metallic were they.
Warden stood quite motionless, facing him, and it seemed to Dot that his eyes had become two blue flames, giving out light.

The pause that followed was so instinct with conflict that she thought it must end in some terrible outburst of violence.
Then, to her amazement, Warden smiled--his candid, pleasant smile.
"Certainly, if you make a point of it," he said.

"Perhaps you will walk up with me.

The strong-room is on our way, and while you are looking at the latest specimens I will carry out your orders." He turned back with the words, and led the way towards the distant lamp that glimmered in the wall.
Stiffly Hill turned to the girl beside him.