“All very high and mighty, Mr. Spargo of the Watchman!” he sneered. “You’re another of the cock-sure lot. And you’re very clever, but not clever enough. Now, look here! Supposing—”
Spargo turned his back on him. He went over to old Cardlestone and felt his hands. And he turned to Breton with a look of concern.
“I say!” he exclaimed. “He’s more than frightened—he’s ill! What’s to be done?”
“I asked the police to bring a doctor along with them,” answered Breton. “In the meantime, let’s put him to bed—there are beds in that inner room. We’ll get him to bed and give him something hot to drink—that’s all I can think of for the present.”
Between them they managed to get Cardlestone to his bed, and Spargo, with a happy thought, boiled water on the rusty stove and put hot bottles to his feet. When that was done they persuaded Elphick to lie down in the inner room. Presently both old men fell asleep, and then Breton and Spargo suddenly realized that they themselves were hungry and wet and weary.
“There ought to be food in the cupboard,” said Breton, beginning to rummage. “They’ve generally had a good stock of tinned things. Here we are, Spargo—these are tongues and sardines. Make some hot coffee while I open one of these tins.”
The prisoner watched the preparations for a rough and ready breakfast with eyes that eventually began to glisten.
“I may remind you that I’m hungry, too,” he said as Spargo set the coffee on the table. “And you’ve no right to starve me, even if you’ve the physical ability to keep me tied up. Give me something to eat, if you please.”
“You shan’t starve,” said Breton, carelessly. He cut an ample supply of bread and meat, filled a cup with coffee and placed cup and plate before Myerst. “Untie his right arm, Spargo,” he continued. “I think we can give him that liberty. We’ve got his revolver, anyhow.”
For a while the three men ate and drank in silence. At last Myerst pushed his plate away. He looked scrutinizingly at his two captors. “Look here!” he said. “You think you know a lot about all this affair, Spargo, but there’s only one person who knows all about it. That’s me!”