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The quarry was alone in a side-roo to

himself For an hour Thomas waited His palms became damp with cold

sweat and his knees wabbled, but not in fear Four glasses of ale,

sipped slowly, tasting of ood In the bar-mirror he could watch

every move made by Jameson No one went in He had evidently paid in

advance for the bottle of gin Tholass of ale,

and saw Jah almost

split his heart in twain Jameson's head went up suddenly, and with a

drunken smile he reached for the bottle and poured out a stiff potion

He drank it neat

Thoar

"Loneso chap was

rather a puzzle to hiet drunk Five ales in an hour and not a dozen words; just

an ordinary Britisher who didn't kno to amuse himself in Gawd's

own country

Jameson's head fell upon his arms With assured step Thomas walked

toward the corridor which divided the so-called wine-rooms At the end

of the corridor was a door He did not care where it led so long as it