“What do you intend to do with me?” asked the prisoner, uneasily.
“You will see when the proper time comes,” Frank replied.
Barney quickly had him secured.
There was a sullen look upon his face as he sat on the floor glaring up at his captors, and he exclaimed:
“If you imagine you can induce me to tell you any of my secrets, you will find yourself wofully mistaken.”
“On the contrary,” replied Frank, with a smile of confidence, “you will impart to me all the information I desire.”
“Death itself has no terrors for me——”
“But living torture may.”
Diavolo turned pale.
This was just what he feared.