I tried to explain.
"If you will listen, I will endeavour to make you understand. This place belongs to a robber and a thief. I came to get back some of the things he has stolen. He's gone away and locked the door, and left me here, and I want you to come and let me out!"
"I say! Isn't that rather a rummy story?"
"I don't know if it's rummy or not--it's true! And if you don't want to see me throw myself out of the window you'll come, at once!"
"For goodness' sake, don't talk about throwing yourself out of the window. You'd make an awful mess if you did. It's a bit of a drop--Hollo! here's the governor!"
I heard a voice speaking behind him.
"Yes, here is the governor. And pray, Master Clifford, what are you doing there?" Master Clifford vanished. In his place appeared a short dark man, with an eyeglass and a moustache turned up at the ends. He smiled in my direction as if he had known me all his life. "Delighted to see you. Lovely afternoon, isn't it? You make a charming picture in that frame."
"I'm a prisoner!" I cried.
"You're what?"
"A prisoner!"