he asked, "what have you got to say for yourself?"

"Nothing," Dunn answered. "It was a fair cop."

"You've had a taste of penal servitude before, I suppose?" Deede
Dawson asked.

"Maybe," Dunn answered, as if not wishing to betray himself.
"Maybe not."

"Well, I think I remember you said something about not being long
out of Dartmoor," remarked Deede Dawson. "How do you relish the
prospect of going back there?"

"I wonder," interposed Ella thoughtfully. "I wonder what it is in
you that makes you so love to be cruel, father?"

"Eh what?" he exclaimed, quite surprised. "Who's being cruel?"

"You," she answered. "You enjoy keeping him wondering what you are
going to do with him, just as you enjoyed seeing me tied to that
chair and would have liked to leave me there."

"My dear Ella!" he protested. "My dear child!"

"Oh, I know," she said wearily. "Why don't you hand the man over
to the police if you're going to, or let him go at once if you
mean to do that?"

"Let him go, indeed!" exclaimed Deede Dawson. "What an idea! What