Jack trussed up his friend comfortably with the slack of the rope so that he could move neither hands nor feet.
From the nail upon which the two keys hung the jail-breaker selected one. He shot back the bolts of the inner door and turned the key.
CHAPTER XLIV
DINSMORE GIVES INFORMATION
The inner room was dark, and for a moment Jack stood blinking while his eyes accustomed themselves to the gloom.
A voice growled a question at him. "What do you want now, Mr. Grandstander?"
"I want you."
"What for?"