“Yes,” said Jetsam; “and so are you.”
“Me!”
“Yes, you. The money is a mere incidental. What I came for was your distinguished self.”
“I’m not coming with you. I haven’t the slightest intention of coming with you.”
“You may not have much intention, but you are coming,” said the suave Jetsam. “Besides, who is going to carry this box outside for me? I can’t carry the box and a revolver, too. Obviously Providence has designated precisely you to carry this box. Come.”
“Not I!” Ilam defied him.
“Come!” repeated Jetsam. “I have a vehicle awaiting outside, and we shall see what we shall see.”
“No!” insisted Ilam.
Mr. Jetsam advanced two paces.
“Listen!” said he angrily and yet calmly. “If you don’t come, I’ll shoot you where you stand. You ought to be able to perceive that I mean what I say.”