'Let him free now,' he said.
'We've had all we want this morning.' 'Let him have it then,' said the captain.

'It's his last.' By this time the wire was open, the string was cut, the head of glided paper was torn away; and Huish waited, mug in hand, expecting the usual explosion.

It did not follow.

He eased the cork with his thumb; still there was no result.

At last he took the screw and drew it.