Jack Redmond started from his chair, but a revolver was thrust into his face, and he fell back.
“Silence! Not a word! That was a cool game you played to-night,” continued the other.
“What game?” stammered the crook.
“You know, and it’s going to cost you your treacherous life.”
“No.”
“Yes, I say—your life!”
Jack looked into the muzzle of the weapon and wondered if he could cross the space between them and seize the man before he could press the trigger.
“You told a plausible tale, and he believed you. You passed yourself off as Belmont, who lies in fifty fathoms of water, and he took it all for gospel. You’ve got to die.”
The crook said nothing.
“Sit down,” commanded the stranger.