The refusal was due to the death of the drawer before presentment.
"Damn it! I must play a fine game now!" he glowered.

"Anstruther I must obey in all! Once back in India with rank, however, I can force old Ram Lal to pay these drafts.

He dare not resist--there's the rope for him! "And I must find a fellow to spy out the situation in Jersey.

I certainly dare not linger here!" He be-took himself to an old haunt in Tower Hamlets, where the first stars of the "swell mob" were wont to linger, a haunt where he had once taken refuge in his changeling days, years before.
A glance at a man seated enjoying a good cigar at a table caused his heart to leap up in joy.

"Jack Blunt--of all men! By God! this is luck!" he cried.