“What do you want?” gasped Lakington, through dry lips.
“I want you, Henry—just you. Hitherto you’ve always used gangs of your ruffians against me. Now my gang occupies this house. But I’m not going to use them. It’s going to be just—you and I. Stand up, Henry, stand up—as I have always stood up to you.” He crossed the room and stood in front of the cowering man.
“Take half—take half,” he screamed. “I’ve got treasure—I’ve...”
And Drummond hit him a fearful blow on the mouth.
“I shall take all, Henry, to return to their rightful owners. Boys”—he raised his voice—“carry out these other two, and undo them.”
The four masked men came in, and carried out the two chairs.
“The intimidated rabbit, Henry, and the kindly gentleman you put to guard Miss Benton,” he remarked as the door closed. “So now we may regard ourselves as being alone. Just you and I. And one of us, Lakington—you devil in human form—is going into that bath.”
“But the bath means death,” shrieked Lakington—“death in agony.”
“That will be unfortunate for the one who goes in,” said Drummond, taking a step towards him.
“You would murder me?” half sobbed the terrified man.