13He sat in one of the big chairs in the lounge, sunk in his bitter thoughts. All over! All over! All during the last three days d**k had submitted to the crude insults of the brute, borne up by the thought of the completeness of the revenge he was planning. And now it was snatched away from him. The idea of having that brutal ruffian get clean away with his ill-gotten gains was simply unendurable. Especially after the last hour.
He even debated going to the London police and telling the whole story. But he quickly discarded that plan. That was a sneak’s revenge. That wouldn’t give him any satisfaction. Besides, there would be no advantage to be gained by it. No, it was all over. d**k could almost have cried with balked rage.
Was it all over? Could not the belt be stolen from around Rulo
