I looked at my wrist-watch, and the luminous dial showed that the hour was half past nine.
Then I noticed that the bundle in the corner was sobbing.

It was a horrid sound and it worried me.

I had a little pocket electric torch and I flashed it on Wake's face.

If he was crying, it was with dry eyes.
'What are you going to do with me ?' he asked.
'That depends,' I said grimly.
'Well, I'm ready.

I may be a poor creature, but I'm damned if I'm afraid of you, or anything like you.' That was a brave thing to say, for it was a lie; his teeth were chattering.
'I'm ready for a deal,' I said.
'You won't get it,' was his answer.