“I saw him last night, and he said nothing about changing his residence.”

“You were at his house when his slave, Deth, was killed?”

“I know nothing of any one being killed,” said Barry.

“How grossly misinformed I am,” sneered the detective.

“You certainly are.”

“Come.”

“Where?”

“You are my prisoner.”

“Am I?”

Barry reached for his revolver as he spoke.