So tonight I've got to make my killing." It was the others who made the killing.
I came into the smoking-room about nine o'clock.

Talbot alone was seated.

The others were on their feet, and behind them in a wider semicircle were passengers, the smoking-room stewards and the ship's purser.
Talbot sat with his back against the bulkhead, his hands in the pockets of his dinner coat; from the corner of his mouth his long cigarette-holder was cocked at an impudent angle.

There was a tumult of angry voices, and the eyes of all were turned upon him.

Outwardly at least he met them with complete indifference.