"Did you stiffen him with the half brick, then, that you were able to hunt around for a rope ?" "That helped some, but I also remarked that, if he moved, this toy of his would surely go off by accident, and he seemed to think it might hurt." McCulloch held the lamp close to the livid, twisted face.
"Is this Anatole ?" he said suddenly.
"Yes," said Curtis, with instant appreciation of his adroitness.
They were rewarded by the scowl which convulsed the mask-like face, and terror set its unmistakable seal there.

A harsh metallic voice came from the huddled-up form.
"Cut this d--d rope, and let me stand on my feet!" "There's no special hurry," said the policeman coolly.

"We won't object to making things more pleasant for you if you promise to take us straight to your Hungarian friends." Again that wave of dread which betokens the quailing heart of the detected felon swept over the man's features, but he only swore again, and protested that they had no right to torture him.
McCulloch saw that he had to deal with a hardened criminal, from whom no conscience stricken confession would be forthcoming.

He gave the lamp to Curtis, stooped, and lifted the prisoner out on to the ground.
Untying the rope, except at the man's ankles, he brought the listless hands in front, and placed a pair of handcuffs on the wrists.
"Now," he said, "if you have any sense left, you'll keep quiet and enjoy the ride back to New York." "Why am I arrested?
I have a right to know ?" The words were yelped at him rather than spoken.
"All in good time, Anatole.

You'll have everything explained to you fair and square." "That is not my name.