Britt looked his disgust, and muttered something characteristic.

Having no one near with whom he could communicate, he boldly set off for the hanging garden, where Deppingham had installed the long-idle roulette paraphernalia.

The quartette were placing prospective rubies and sapphires on the board, using gun-wads in lieu of the real article.
Britt's stocky figure came down through the maze of halls, across the vine-covered bridge and into the midst of a transaction which involved perhaps a hundred thousand pounds in rubies.
"Say," he said, without ceremony, "the Enemy's in trouble.

Bowles just telephoned.

There's a lot of excitement in the town.