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Chapter 14 – Captured
Tintin winced as he came to, the world coming into focus despite the dull thudding in his head. What he saw was an image he wouldn't soon forget – Eva was tied to a chair and gagged, her eyes wide, with three men behind her.
Tintin found that he was tied to a chair as well, but he wasn't gagged. "What do you want." The journalist's voice was low, darker than it usually was.
"What do I want?" the third man, smaller than the two hired goons, crossed in front of Eva's chair. "I wanted you to leave us be, and for your little lady friend to take her bribe and go."
"Mr. Williams." Tintin replied evenly. "Or would you prefer to be called by a different alias?" He kept his gaze and his voice calm now, though beneath the surface his mind was racing.
"No, that one suits me just fine."
The man was cool, calm. His features were regular but ordinary, someone who could be anyone. He's good, thought Tintin. But we'll find a way out of this.
"It's down to this, really." The man paused, and came to stand directly in front of the journalist. "I'd hate to lose this house. It's worth quite a lot. So you can tell me where the will is, and you and your friend walk free. Or in the morning, we leave Miss Eva inside the house when the wrecking ball comes, and turn you over to the police. I don't think they would doubt us this time, considering we caught you breaking in." Mr. Williams paused. "So. What will it be?"
Tintin didn't wait. "We don't know where the will is."
The man waited a moment, and then replied, "Very well. Your decision has been made. If you change your mind, there will be guards at the door. You can tell them the location of the will. If not, I'll leave you to your goodbyes." He crossed to the door and added casually, "If I let the police get their hands on you, I can and will personally make sure that you never walk free again. Think about it."
The two goons followed him out of the study, but only one set of footsteps continued down the hall as the door swung closed.
After a second, Tintin sighed in frustration. His eyebrows drew together. A minute of complete silence passed, as he sunk into deep thought.
His eyebrows finally drew apart, and then he levelled his eyes with Eva's. He realized that one of the men had taken her gag out, but she had remained silent.
"They wouldn't have let us go. He was a good liar; he controlled almost all of the natural reactions. But not all of them."
Eva nodded. "I know." She took a second to strain against her bonds. "Are yours loose at all?"
Tintin didn't move. He had already shifted in his chair earlier, and found his limbs securely fastened. "No, I checked before." He sighed again. "We have nothing left to work with. I'm so sorry, I never should have –"
He broke off as they heard a soft woof from behind a desk.
"Not quite nothing." Eva replied with a smile.