“As I live,” he exclaimed, “I won’t be robbed of everything! Give me some of that money. I have done what I undertook to do, I have earned it. Give me the money!”
As he was stretching out his claw-like fingers, again the door opened: someone else came in; a man in height about five feet eight or nine, squarely built, straight as a ramrod.
“What is that gentleman doing there?” he inquired as he came in.
All turned to look at him. He was in uniform; whether he was soldier or civilian was not clear; that he was somebody in authority was beyond a doubt. He was clean-shaven, broad-browed, square-jawed.
“I am sorry to trouble you.” He glanced towards the table. “You, Mr. Van Groot, and you, Mr. Bennington, know who I am. I daresay some of you others do also.
If you don’t you may have all th
