With a hasty movement, Dr. Jarvis took a little vial from his pocket, and raised it toward his lips.
But Nick had been watching. He struck the vial from the doctor's hand, and it went flying through the window.
"If you will give me your word of honor not to attempt suicide again," said Nick, calmly, "I will not handcuff you."
Jarvis hung his head.
"Your word will bind you for three days, no more," said Nick.
"I promise," said the doctor.
"Remove your dressing-gown and cap," said Nick.
Jarvis complied with the request, and Nick received the articles from his hands. Leaving the care of the prisoner to Chick, he carried the dressing-gown to the window.
"Ah!" said he, "you have torn the dressing-gown."
"Where?" asked the doctor.