"Of course," I went on, "I know that you are only the tool of others. My enemy's name begins with T, doesn't it?"
He gave a start, but did not speak.
"This cannot last much longer," I said; "I have friends who will be searching for me. Hanging's a serious matter. I shall take serious steps when I get away from here."
"When you do," he replied, significantly.
"Do you think I shall stay here always?" I retorted.
"How can you get away? This morning you climbed up and looked out of that window. You did not know I saw you, but I did. Well, what did you see? You know you are on the top of a cliff, and it is nearly three hundred feet to the beach. Well, you cannot escape that way; if you tried you would break your neck. Very well; the only other way to escape is to try and escape through that door. Well, what would happen then? You would not get up the passage a dozen steps before you would be shot."
"By whom?"
"By those who guard a dangerous madman."
"Oh, I see. I'm mad, am I?"