Before him the Mausers, polished and orderly, shone in their new rack against the lime-coated wall.

Though appearing to scan them, Rudolph saw nothing but his inward confusion.
"After all this man did for me," he mused.

What had loosed the bond, swept away all the effects?
A sound near the window made him turn.

An imp in white and red livery, Peng, the little billiard-marker from the club, stood hurling things violently into the outer glare.
"What thing you do ?" called Rudolph, sharply.
Some small but heavy object clattered on the floor.

The urchin stooped, snatched it up, and flung it hurtling clean over the garden to the river.