I grant that your rapidity exceeded mine.

Let us go downstairs, I beg.' Rocco rose and moved towards the door.

With an instinctive action Racksole rushed forward and seized him by the shoulder.
'No tricks!' said Racksole.

'You're in my custody and don't forget it.' Rocco turned on his employer a look of gentle, dignified scorn.

'Have I not informed you,' he said, 'that I have the intention of going quietly ?' Racksole felt almost ashamed for the moment.