Does it ?" "Depends," said Monty.

"Let's talk upstairs.

That Syrian has long ears." So we trooped to Monty's room, where the very cobwebs reeked of Arab history and lawless plans.

He sat on the black iron bed, and we grouped ourselves about on chairs that had very likely covered the known world between them.

One was obviously jetsam from a steamship; one was a Chinese thing, carved with staggering dragons; the other was made of iron-hard wood that Yerkes swore came from South America.
"Shoot when you're ready!" grinned Yerkes.
I was too excited to sit still.