You adjusted the light so it shined directly into the outlaws eyes. Arthur blinked to get used to the strong light that shined right into his face.

“Where is the money?” You asked roughly.

The outlaw tugged on the ropes around his wrists. — He was tied against the chair.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I didn’t stole any money you damn fool!” Arthur scowled.

“Who are you anyways?” He said narrowing his eyes. “You don’t look like a Pinkerton at all.” He added, his eyebrow raised.