Barrington appeared to make a calculation.
"Monday!" he said. "Then I have been here—"
"Since early on Saturday morning," said Latour. "You were knocked about a bit in that empty house, and you've been in a more or less unconscious condition ever since. Have you your wits now? I have something important to say to you."
"Then you know about that empty house?"
"Yes."
"You arranged the—"
"Your capture—yes."
Barrington rose to his feet quickly, but stumbled a little as he did so.
"Now you must settle with me," he said.
"You're not strong enough yet," said Latour, easily catching the arm which aimed a feeble blow at him. "Mademoiselle St. Clair is safe. She is not in prison. Your man is safe. You, too, are safe for the present. You had better listen to all I have to say."