But it was Dick Swann who poured the drink out of the flask.

Between you and me, Lane, that young millionaire is going a pace hereabouts.

Listen," he went on, lowering his voice, and glancing round to see there was no one to overhear him, "there's a gambling club in Middleville.

I go there.

My rooms are in the same building.
I've made a peep-hole through the attic floor next to my room.