That he was ready to submit unprotestingly now, argued an acquiescence in some agreement into which he and the other suspects had entered for mutual safety and protection.

Under pressure of third degree methods Collins might falter, but in the end his natural suspicion and dislike for the police, combined with the advice which his lawyer had imparted to him, would prevail over the best efforts of his inquisitors.
At any rate, Britz recognized that the time had not arrived for exerting the full measure of authority over Collins.

So he determined to change his tactics, but in a way not to inspire Collins with an exultant sense of victory.
Britz passed a wink to Fanwell, who nodded understandingly.

Up to this time no glint of recognition had passed between them, and they were careful to hide their silent signal from Collins.
Ostentatiously, and with some display of temper, Britz removed the revolver and the other exhibits from the table and restored them to his pockets.

After which he produced a pair of handcuffs, opening one of the steel bracelets with a sharp click.
"Collins, extend your wrist!" he commanded, thrusting forward the open ring.
Before Collins had time to obey, Fanwell discarded the air of aloofness with which he had watched the proceedings and stepped between the two men.
"This is an outrage!" he exclaimed, addressing Britz.