"The chauffeur hit him ... two heavy, merciless blows, hurling him senseless across the stairs"
"Please watch them, sir," he said cheerfully. "I must find a curtain or something——"
He ran into the living-room, ripped off a long blue curtain, tore it into strips with his powerful blond hands, grinning cheerfully all the while.
"Best to tie them up, sir—this way—allow me, sir—this is the better way—the surer——"
Guild, working hard, he scarcely knew why, felt a touch on his arm.
"Are they dead?" whispered Karen Girard unsteadily.
"No—stunned."
"Are they robbers?"