I'm coming in again." Once more he resumed his seat at the table, and Ellis dealt him a hand.
But Vandover's interruption had for an instant taken Ellis' mind from the game.

He stirred in his chair and looked about the room, puffing out his cheeks and blowing between his lips.
"Say, this room is close enough to strangle you.

Open the window behind you, Van, you're nearest to it." As Vandover raised the curtain he uttered a cry: "Look here! will you ?" It was morning; the city was flooded by the light of the sun already an hour high.

The sky was without a cloud.

Over the roofs and amongst the gray maze of telegraph wires swarms of sparrows were chittering hoarsely, and as Vandover raised the window he could hear the newsboys far below in the streets chanting the morning's papers.
"Come on, Van!" exclaimed Ellis impatiently; "we're waiting for you." That night decided it.