9/42 His face seemed the epitome of cunning, and the captain recoiled from it as from a blow. 'Substantial guarantee demanded.' And he continued to hold out his hand. 'Gimme your 'and and say the words; then you'll 'ear my view of it. Don't, and you won't.' The captain went through the required form, breathing short, and gazing on the clerk with anguish. What to fear, he knew not; yet he feared slavishly what was to fall from the pale lips. |