He had let himself in with his latchkey and had gone at once to the library.

There he fell to pacing to and fro; ten--twenty minutes had passed, when the sudden noisy clamor of the town bell had taken him, cowering, to the window; but the world beyond was a vaguely curtained white.
He raised his heavy bloodshot eyes and looked into the gambler's smiling face.

He realized the futility of his act, since it had placed him irrevocably in Gilmore's power.

He had endured unspeakable anguish all to no purpose, since Gilmore knew; knew with the certitude of an eye-witness.

And there the gambler sat smiling and at ease, torturing him with his cunning speech..