Here is a pen--if you are quick enough to take us by surprise once you have signed, you might succeed in making a dash for that door and effecting your escape--without forcing us to compound a felony--understand ?" Clayton's hand trembled violently as he seized the pen.

He scrawled his name--looked from one to the other--wet his lips--and then, taking Jimmie Dale at his word, rushed for the door--and the door slammed behind him.
Carruthers' face was hard.

"What did you let him go for, Jimmie ?" he said uncompromisingly.
"Selfishness.

Pure selfishness," said Jimmie Dale softly.

"They'd guy me unmercifully if they ever heard of it at the St.James Club.