"That is all very well, Master Jacques, I have had one experience of you this evening already. I must make things certain as far as you are concerned."
"Yes, sir."
"Put down that stick; put it down," I continued; he showed some inclination to come for me, I thought.
"Quickly!—now don't forget—one sound of alarm, or movement, and I fire.'" The revolver was still pointing straight at him.
"Please pay attention. I have done no harm in the house either to your master or to yourself, have I?"
"No, sir."
He had not seen me in the smoking-room. All was well.
"You will not, therefore, open your mouth as to this visit of mine?"
"No."
"Wait a minute. To make it safe—take this piece of paper and pen"—I took them out of my pocket with difficulty, the revolver and torch each requiring attention—" and write, 'I, John Jacques,' write it down—'I, John Jacques, freely confess, that Dr. More d'Escombe found me stealing.'"
"Oh, no, sir—no"
