a revolver. But you know well enough that I’m not armed. All the same, as I said before, you’ve forgotten one
“What is that?”
Tommy took a match from the box, and held it ready to strike.
“I’m blind and you can see. That’s admitted. The advantage is with you. But supposing we were both in the dark—eh? Where’s your advantage then?”
He struck the match.
The “Duke” laughed contemptuously.
“Thinking of shooting at the switch of the lights? Plunging the room into darkness? It can’t be done.”
“Just so,” said Tommy. “I can’t give you darkness. But extremes meet, you know. What about light ?”
As he spoke, he touched the match to something he held in his hand, and