I had about fifty yards of quay to walk in broad daylight, and every other man I passed turned to stare after me.

It gives you the cold shivers down your back when you daren't look round to see if you're being followed." Sir Henry groped in the cupboard of his desk, and produced a bottle of whisky and a syphon of soda water.

His visitor nodded approvingly.
"I've touched nothing until I've reached what I consider sanctuary," he observed.

"My nerves have gone rotten for the first time in my life.

Do you mind, sir, if I lock the door ?" "Go ahead," Sir Henry assented.
He brought the whisky and soda himself across the room.