You know already what it is." They went into the library.

Throgton, his hand unsteady, lighted a cigar.
"Well," he said, "what is it ?" "Mr.Throgton," said Kent, "two weeks ago you gave me a mystery to solve.

To-night I can give you the solution.

Do you want it ?" Throgton's face never moved.
"Well," he said.
"A man's life," Kent went on, "may be played out on a billiard table.

A man's soul, Throgton, may be pocketed." "What devil's foolery is this ?" said Throgton.