A more finely sympathetic mind or a more observant eye might have remarked, a little in front of him on the sand, and still quite beyond reach, the unlighted cigar.
'There is your Whitechapel carrion!' said Attwater.

'And now you might very well ask me why I do not put a period to you at once, as you deserve.

I will tell you why, Davis.

It is because I have nothing to do with the Sea Ranger and the people you drowned, or the Farallone and the champagne that you stole.

That is your account with God, He keeps it, and He will settle it when the clock strikes.