But you were supposed to be a wealthy man in your own right; and so, in reality you were--once.

But you went through your fortune two years ago.

Counted a model citizen, an upright man, an honour to the community--what were you, Carling?
What ARE you?
Shall I tell you?
Roue, gambler, leading a double life of the fastest kind.

You did it cleverly, Carling; hid it well--but your game is up.

To-night, for instance, you are at the end of your tether, swamped with debts, exposure threatening you at any moment.