12Next morning d**k went to Greatorex’s flat to receive the string of imitation pearls. He found the young Englishman looking glum; and their communications were brief. Nothing was said about giving d**k a lesson in pocket-picking. d**k could see that Greatorex wanted him to fail, now. Millicent was more to the Englishman than his share of the pearls.
Upon awaking that morning, d**k’s mind had snapped back to where it was before he had visited the night club. He still thought of Millicent occasionally, and a warm feeling stole around his heart; she was a darling! Some day perhaps! But in the meantime he was a young man in a hazardous situation, and it was up to him to save his skin.
On his way to and from the Victoria street flat his thoughts were of Rulon . . . Rulon! How to steal the p
