It was of his wife that this coarse bully was speaking! That what he said was probably true--Evelyn herself had admitted much--did not in the least ease the blow that had crushed his pride and self-respect.

He lay back in his chair, limp and panting under Gilmore's strong hands.

Where was his own strength of heart and arm that he should be left powerless in this moment of unspeakable degradation?
"It behooves you to do something more than soak up whisky," said the gambler.

"You must find out what took your wife to North's rooms, and you must make her keep quiet no matter what happens.

If you go about it right it ought to be easy, for they had some sort of a row and he's mixed up with the Herbert girl; you got that to go on.