“How long do you mean to keep me prisoner?”
“Truly, I don’t know.”
“A few weeks?”
“Yes; or months—or years.”
“Humph! Do you take me for a child?” Ross cried scornfully.
“Oh, no!” was the suave reply.
“Do you expect me to make no further effort to escape?”
“I trust you won’t.”
“Why?”
“Because it would be useless—dangerous.”