If a policeman had come in sight up or down the street, he had decided to call him and to acquaint him with what had happened.

It was the one chance he held against himself,--the gambler's method of decision, perhaps, unconsciously arrived at.

As it turned out, there was still not a soul in sight.

Laverick opened the outer door with his latchkey, let himself in and closed it.

Then he groped his way through the clerk's office into his own room, switched on the electric light and once more sat down before his desk.
He drew his shaded writing lamp towards him and looked around with a nervousness wholly unfamiliar.