Chapter 37
A Yachting Trip Ralph Hamon rose to his feet, his hands in his pockets, his jaw out-thrust. "My Moor, as you call him, doesn't interest, and this yarn about a stolen letter doesn't even amuse me." "I didn't come here at this hour of the night to make you laugh," said Jim. "I want that letter." He took two strides across the room, and then, with an oath, Hamon sprang between him and the dressing-table. "It's there, is it? Get out of my way!" He brushed the man aside as though he were a child, and pulled open the drawer. On the top was a pocket-book, and this he took out. "You thief!" howled Hamon, and leapt at him. Again he reeled back from the outstretched hand. "Here is the letter," said Jim. "Now, if----" He did not finish his sentence. Grinning with rage, Hamon saw him make a
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