He stood motionless, with a kind of dull resignation, although she
thought she had noted a curious shrinking when she spoke, as if
something in her voice had disturbed him.

"I don't know what to do with you," she resumed. "No doubt you knew Mr.
Farnam is away, but the pistol magazine is full. To begin with, you had
better empty your pockets. Pull them inside out!"

He obeyed and dropped a pipe, a tobacco tin, and two or three silver
coins.

"Those are mine; I've corralled nothing of yours."

"So it seems!" Agatha rejoined. "For all that, you can leave the things
there. How did you get in?"

"Over the veranda roof. You hadn't fixed the shutter in the middle."

Agatha pondered for a few moments. The fellow did not look afraid, but
seemed to recognize that the advantage was with her. This was lucky,
because she could not keep it up long and wanted to get rid of him.

"Well," she said, "I think you had better go out by the window you
opened. Walk down the passage in front of me and don't try to turn
round."

He did so until he reached the window, which opened to the side. The
hinges were in good order and made no noise when he pushed back the
frame.