He was conscious of a sickening sense of disaster.

His hope against hope had been in vain--the letter had been opened and read--THE IDENTITY OF THE GRAY SEAL WAS SOLVED.
Dago Jim's voice roared out, hoarse, blasphemous, in drunken rage: "De Gray Seal--see! Youse betcher life I knows! I been waitin' fer somet'ing like dis, damn youse! Youse been stallin' on me fer a year every time it came to a divvy.

Youse've got a pocketful now youse snitched to-night dat youse are tryin' to do me out of.

Well, keep 'em"-- he shoved his face forward.

"I keeps dis--see! Keep 'em Wowzer, youse cross-eyed--" "Everyt'ing I pinched to-night's on de table dere wid wot youse pinched yerself," cut in the Wowzer, in a sullen, threatening growl.
"Youse lie, an' youse knows it!" retorted Dago Jim.