dark, while I was fastened tight to the wall.

“And now,” said the suppressed voice with another oath, “call out again, and I'll make short work of you!”

Faint and sick with the pain of my injured arm, bewildered by the surprise, and yet conscious how easily this threat could be put in execution, I desisted, and tried to ease my arm were it ever so little. But, it was bound too tight for that. I felt as if, having been burnt before, it were now being boiled.

The sudden exclusion of the night, and the substitution of black darkness in its place, warned me that the man had closed a shutter.

After groping about for a little, he found the flint and steel he wanted, and began to strike a light.