But they looked at one another in helpless inquiry who should undertake to manacle this large, strong man.

When at length two had volunteered to essay the task, it appeared that there was no rope in readiness.

"Go and get one," commanded the prisoner; and when a stout cord had been procured, he went on with his directions: "Now take my pocketbook out; you'll find some loose change in it which you may divide among you.

There is also a folded paper in the pocketbook; deliver it to the general and ask him to read it.

Then take a cigar out of my waistcoat pocket, light it and stick it in my mouth." These commands having been duly executed, two of the guards led their prisoner down into the cellar, which appeared to be Diurbanu's antechamber for such visitors as came to him with troublesome petitions.
Not satisfied with conducting him to the main or outer cellar, Manasseh's escort opened the iron door leading into an inner compartment, pushed him through it, and closed the portal upon him, after bidding him take a seat and make himself comfortable.
Manasseh found himself in almost total darkness.