He gripped the banisters with one hand.

The other he flung out in a threatening gesture.
"You've given me away to these bloodhounds!" he cried,--"you, for whom I have toiled and slaved, whom I have followed all over the world, whom I have served faithfully with the last breath of my body and the last drop of blood in my veins! You have brought them here--tracked me down! You!" The Professor shook his head sorrowfully.
"Craig," he said, "you have been the best servant man ever had.

If you are innocent of these crimes, you can clear yourself.

If you are guilty, a dog's death is none too good for you." Craig seemed to sway for a moment upon his feet.

Only Lenora, from the hall, saw that he was fitting his right foot into what seemed to be a leather loop hanging from the banisters.