A deuced pretty girl, sir, deuced pretty! And I think he was shot through!" "Now you're human, Mercer.

She was pretty, wasn't she ?" "Er--yes--stunningly so, Mr.Kent," agreed Mercer, reddening suddenly to the roots of his pasty, blond hair.

"I don't mind confessing that in this unusual place her appearance was quite upsetting." "I agree with you, friend Mercer," nodded Kent.

"She upset me.

And--see here, old man!--will you do a dying man the biggest favor he ever asked in his life ?" "I should be most happy, sir, most happy." "It's this," said Kent.