"If you make another movement towards that drawer where your pistols are, I will send a bullet through you. Keep your hands down by your side."
"What in the fiend's name does this mean?" gasped the coiner.
"It means that you are my prisoner."
"Prisoner."
"Yes."
"Then who are you?"
"You have known me as Clermont, but my real name is Delamarre."
"The detective?"
"The same."
The coiner gave a hasty look round the apartment, and then made a step towards the door.