Who could put faith in a money-market gambler?
Why, there was no difference to speak of between him and Boxon.

And if his promise proved futile--what was to be done?
For a couple of hours, Will stared at this question.

When the clock on his mantelpiece struck eleven, he happened to notice it, and was surprised to find how quickly time had passed.

By the bye, he had never thought of looking at his newspaper, though Sherwood referred him to that source of information on the subject of Biggles, Thorpe and Biggles.

Yes, here it was.