I looked at Jones:
"His mind totters," I said hoarsely.
"What's that!" cried Quint, struggling to get off the chair whither I had pushed him: but with my handkerchief we tied his ankles to the rung of the chair, heedless of his attempts to kick us, and sprang back out of range.
"Now," I said, "what have you done with the poor victim of your fury? Where is he? Where is all that remains of Professor Boomly?"
"Boomly? I don't know where he is. How the devil should I know?"
"Don't lie," I said solemnly.
"Lie! See here, Smith, when I get out of this chair I'll settle you, too—"
"Quint! There is another and more terrible chair which awaits such criminals as you!"
"You old fluff!" he shouted. "I'll knock your head off, too. Do you understand? I'll attend to you as I attended to Boomly—"
"Assassin!" I retorted calmly. "Only an alienist can save you now. In this awful moment—"