"Gently, gently!" observed the doctor. "You will make yourself feverish and I shall have to stop the interview."
Juve put in:
"I only want a few moments more, doctor. It is important." Then, turning to Dixon, he resumed: "How did your struggle with the mysterious pressure end?"
"After about ten minutes I felt my bands relaxing. In a short while I was free; I heard no more, but suffered such great pain that I fell back in bed and either slept or fainted."
"Then you did not get up at all?"
"No."
"And the door of your room to the landing remained locked all night?"
"Yes, all night."
"How about this broken glass in your window? Those revolver shots at six in the morning?"
"It was I, firing from my bed to make a noise and bring some one here."