“You can communicate with them in the morning and call them as witnesses,” he sneered. He had the sardonic habit strongly developed. “But I haven’t done questioning you yet.”
“I shall not answer any more questions. You don’t believe what I tell you. My object was to avoid the unpleasantness of being thrust into one of your filthy gaols; and that has evidently failed.”
“You will tell me where the men are hidden who were here with you,” he said very threateningly.
“I repeat, I know no more than you do. You were already in the house when they left this room.”
“That won’t do for me,” he answered bluntly. He motioned to the two men who pulled my hands behind my back and slipped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists, while he himself sat down at the desk and made a list of the things the men had taken from me. “Is this all?” he asked the fellow who had searched me.
“All but a cigarette case.”
“Anything in it?”
“Nothing but cigarettes. I made sure of that.”
“All right.” I breathed more freely.
“Now, prisoner, show me the secret hiding-place in this room.”