He made an ineffectual effort to seize Gilmore by the throat, but the gambler thrust him aside with apparent ease.
"Don't try that or you'll get the worst of it, Marsh; you've been soaking up too much whisky to be any good at that game with me!" said Gilmore.
[Illustration: "She was in North's rooms--"] His manner was cool and determined.

He took Langham roughly by the shoulders and threw him back in his chair.

The lawyer's face was ghastly in the gray light that streamed in through the windows, but he had lost his sense of personal fear in another and deeper and less selfish emotion.

Yet he realized the gambler's power over him, the power of a perfect and absolute knowledge of his most secret and hidden concerns.
Gilmore surveyed him with a glance of quiet scorn.
"It was about half past five when she turned up at North's rooms.

He had just come up the stairs ahead of her; I imagine he knew she was coming.
I guess I could tell you a few things you don't know! All during the summer and fall they've been meeting on the quiet--" he laughed insolently.