Warned, they were capable of blowing the house to kingdom come, themselves with it.
Problem Five was a mere vanishing point.

He doubted if he would ever see those emeralds.

What an infernal pity! He built a coronet and leaned back, a wisp of smoke darting up from the bowl of his pipe.
"I say, you know, but that's a ripping game to play!" drawled a tired voice over his shoulder.
Cutty turned his head, to behold Hawksley, shaven, pale, and handsome, wrapped in a bed quilt and swaying slightly.
"What the deuce are you doing out of your room ?" growled Cutty, but with the growl of a friendly dog.
Hawksley dropped into a chair weakly.

"End of my rope.

Got to talk to someone.