"Robert Dixon. And yours?"
"Matlock Styles. I don't care to smoke."
"Bart!"
At the call the other man came in from the kitchen. To his surprise Adam Adams saw that he carried a rope in one hand and a pistol in the other. He was followed by the mastiff Nelson.
"Don't you dare to stir, you bloody rascal!" went on Matlock Styles to the detective.
"Why, what's the matter now?" queried Adam Adams. The turn of affairs puzzled him not a little.
"You'll soon see what's the matter," said the man called Bart.
"I must say I don't understand you."
"Maybe you'll understand when you are a prisoner," put in Matlock
Styles.
"A prisoner? What for?"