He paused significantly. Then he swung round on his heel. Craig, a now pitiful object, his hands nervously twitching, his face ghastly, was cowering in the background.
“Your last little effort, Craig?” he demanded sternly.
Craig made no reply. The Professor, who had disappeared for a moment, came back to them.
“There is a smaller room across the hall,” he said, “which will do for our purpose.”
Craig suddenly turned and faced them.
“I have changed my mind,” he said. “I have nothing to tell you. Do what you will with me. Take me to the Tombs, deal with me any way you choose, but I have nothing to say.”
French smiled a little grimly.
“We may make you change your mind when we get you there,” he remarked.
“No one will ever make me change my mind,” the man replied. “This is my last word.”
Quest pointed a threatening finger at him.