But as it was, Saturday evening saw him again at the Bessemers.
He had been down at his club in the library, writing the last paragraphs of his diver's story, when, just as he finished, Sargeant discovered him.
"Why, Conny, old man, all alone here?
Let's go downstairs and have a cigar.

Hendricks and George Hands are coming around in half an hour.
They told me not to let you get away." Condy stirred nervously in his chair.

He knew what that meant.

He had enough money in his pockets to play that night, and in an instant the enemy was all awake.

The rowel was in his flank again, and the scourge at his back.