On the lowest step I saw three dim figures.

I cocked my revolver.

Antoinette hastily laid her hand on mine.
"You may kill one," said she.

"But what then ?" A voice came from outside--a voice that spoke perfect English.
"Mr.Rassendyll," it said.
I made no answer.
"We want to talk to you.

Will you promise not to shoot till we've done ?" "Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr.Detchard ?" I said.
"Never mind names." "Then let mine alone." "All right, sire.