The other, who was in the act of pulling forward a chair, glanced up sharply at the change in his visitor's voice.
Colin took a step forward.
"I've got several things to say to you, Medwin, but before I start, just get this fact plainly into your head. If you attempt to call out or to make the least noise, I'll smash your face to a jelly."
There was a moment of dead silence, then very slowly Medwin stepped back to the fireplace and moistened his lips.
"Have you gone mad?" he demanded.
"Sit down," said Colin curtly.
He pointed to the chair, and with a face from which every vestige of colour had suddenly departed, the lawyer silently obeyed his instructions. Joe moved softly toward him across the room, a formidable and menacing figure in the gray afternoon light.
It was Colin who was the first to speak.
"What have you and Fenton done with Miss Seymour?"
Medwin, who by an amazing effort seemed to have recovered some of his self-possession, looked up with an expression of blank amazement.