Tied up safe.Transfer.

Finish! Never go Home."-- He rose with a laugh and an impatient gesture.--"Come on.

Might as well take in the club as to sit here talking rot." Outside the gate of the compound, coolies crouching round a lantern sprang upright and whipped a pair of sedan-chairs into position.
Heywood, his feet elevated comfortably over the poles, swung in the lead; Rudolph followed, bobbing in the springy rhythm of the long bamboos.

The lanterns danced before them down an open road, past a few blank walls and dark buildings, and soon halted before a whitened front, where light gleamed from the upper story.
"Mind the stairs," called Heywood.

"Narrow and beastly dark." As they stumbled up the steep flight, Rudolph heard the click of billiard balls.