“Since when did you learn to pry into an investigator’s private memoranda,” said the voice; and two chins struck the table simultaneously, and two sets of teeth rattled.

“Since when did you learn to invade the private rooms of a man in misfortune?” and the concussion was repeated.

“Where have they put my clothes?”

“Listen,” said the voice. “The windows are fastened and I’ve taken the key out of the door. I am a fairly strong man, and I have the poker handy⁠—besides being invisible. There’s not the slightest doubt that I could kill you both and get away quite easily if I wanted to⁠—do you understand? Very well. If I let you go will you promise not to try any nonsense and do what I tell you?”