"I am not afraid," said Wilmot, "and you know it."
For answer the legless man picked up a silver dollar from among the papers in front of him, and broke it savagely into four pieces. "Afraid!" he said. "Afraid! Afraid!"
Wilmot took a step forward. "It would give me the greatest pleasure," he said quietly, "to knock your head off. Unfortunately you are a cripple."
Blizzard said nothing, and presently, white with anger and contempt, Wilmot turned and tried the handle of the door by which he had entered. Blizzard laughed.
"Climb out of that chair, and let me out of this house".
"This door is locked," said Wilmot.
"You are a prisoner in this house."
"I am, am I?"