We found the ex-broker still wrapped in the soundest slumber.

Leaving the boy to watch him, I went upstairs and got a baggage-tag which I directed to the chief of police at the police station in Hackingford.

I returned to the kitchen and fastened this tag, conspicuously, on the lapel of the sleeper's coat.

Then, with a clothes-line, I tied him up carefully, hand and foot.

To all this he offered not the slightest opposition.