Now that the carriage had stopped haste was not necessary, and he came on at a more leisurely gait.
Nick and Ramsay came close together at the railing about the base of the monument, Nick with his right hand thrust into the breast of the frock coat and holding the second pair of cuffs.
“On time, I see,” said Ramsay.
“Always on time,” answered Nick, edging closer.
“Are those fellows all right?”
“Whisper,” said Nick, bending forward.
Ramsay brought his face close.
Snap!
Almost before he could realize what was up the cold steel was about his wrists.
“You’re my prisoner, my dear Ramsay,” said Nick, calmly. “Make a break and you’ll stop a bullet.”