There I breakfasted off a whisky-and-soda and some biscuits from the cupboard.

By this time it was getting on for six o'clock.

I put a pipe in My Pocket and filled my pouch from the tobacco jar on the table by the fireplace.
As I poked into the tobacco my fingers touched something hard, and I drew out Scudder's little black pocket-book ...
That seemed to me a good omen.

I lifted the cloth from the body and was amazed at the peace and dignity of the dead face.

'Goodbye, old chap,' I said; 'I am going to do my best for you.