Condy, don't pull it so tight.

There, there, that will do.

Have you everything that belongs to you?
I know you'll go away and leave something here.

There's your cigarette case, and your book, and of course the banjo." As if warned by a mysterious instinct, the fat Chinaman made his appearance in the outer room.

Condy put his fingers into his vest pocket, then dropped back upon his stool with a suppressed exclamation of horror.
"Condy!" exclaimed Blix in alarm, "are you sick ?"--for he had turned a positive white.
"I haven't a cent of money," he murmured faintly.