His ardor was cooling in view of the very neat sum of his losses in three figures.
"On Major Montgomerie's escort as a raw boy when I came out," promptly interrupted Hawke.

"I went all over Thibet in '75 with Nana Singh as a youngster.

He was a wonderful chap and besides executing the secret survey of Thibet, he ran all over Cashmere, Nepaul, Sikkim, and Bhootan, secretly charged with securing authentic details of the death of Nana Sahib." The cool assurance of the adventurer disarmed the now serious Anstruther, for both the sagacious English officer and his disguised assistant, Nana Singh, were both dead these many years.

"Morley's is my regular address; I keep up no home club memberships now," coolly said Hawke, as at last they threw the cards down.
Anstruther picked up his marker card as he glanced at Hawke's ready money upon the table.

There was a ten-pound note folded under the Major's neat pocket case and a plethoric fold of Bank of England notes bulged the neat Russia leather.