I will not..." "I would rather depend upon your silence than your assurances.
Still, you shall have your chance.

I am a fool, perhaps, but I have a reluctance to shed blood.

Go into the house, Fresnel.

Go, man.

I follow you." In the shabby main room of that dwelling, Andre-Louis halted him again.
"Get me a length of rope," he commanded, and was readily obeyed.
Five minutes later Fresnel was securely bound to a chair, and effectively silenced by a very uncomfortable gag improvised out of a block of wood and a muffler.
On the threshold the departing Andre-Louis turned.
"Good-night, Fresnel," he said.