Before climbing into it, he crossed and dropped an envelope into the mailbox.
"There," he muttered, "that helps my conscience.

By Jove, this has been a corking start for the adventure.

Talk about dime novels!" He instructed the driver to take him to a point not far from the dock, a precaution which suddenly invested itself.

It would be wise to approach the liner by stealth, taking no chances.

They were sailing by one of the obscure lines, not for economy's sake, but to avoid possible contact with friends of their own class.
As he rattled off through the night, huddled back in the blackness of the cab, Hugh began to have the first pangs of uneasiness.