You're a great old brick, though! Tra-la!" As Martin had surmised, Dunn found Cameron in his rooms.

He was lying upon his bed enjoying the luxury of a cigarette.

"Hello! Come right in, old chap!" he cried, in gay welcome.

"Have a--no, you won't have a cigarette--have a pipe ?" Dunn gazed at him, conscious of a rising tide of mingled emotions, relief, wrath, pity, disgust.

"Well, I'll be hanged!" at last he said slowly.