"Hang on a minute. Do you want me to defend myself? I'm pretty useful with my hands or a gun either for that matter."
"It would help us if you did nothing at all—except comply."
Richard's face fell for he loved a good mix up.
"Oh, very well, if you say so."
"Thank you," said Cranbourne. "The best of luck, old chap."
"You bet."
Cranbourne went out and a moment later the front door slammed.
Then Richard began to laugh.
"Kidnapped, eh! What a game. Doran!" The last word rang out imperatively.
"Sir," came the reply.