

Weston nodded.

What for? said Ransom. And what on earth have you kidnapped me for? And how have you done it?

For a moment Weston seemed disposed to give no answer; then, as if on a second thought, he sat down on the bed beside Ransom and spoke as follows:

I suppose it will save trouble if I deal with these questions at once, instead of leaving you to pester us with them every hour for the next month.