I arrived at the landing-stage at Falleton at about a quarter to eleven. I took one of the two boats that were tied up there and pulled out to the 'San Pedro.' I tied the boat up and went on board. I went down through the small saloon into the main saloon.
Raffano was sitting at his desk counting some banknotes. Quite obviously he was preparing to go. He asked me what the devil I wanted. I told him that I wanted my IOU for £22,000 back, that I believed that most of his games aboard the 'San Pedro' and in the different places in and around London at which we had played had been crooked. I said he had won enough money off me to be able to spare me £5,000 now that I was broke, and had got to have some money.
Raffano laughed at me and was very rude. He made some insulting remarks. I took the
