7Next morning Rulon showed up for breakfast at ten o’clock. He had to go the American Consulate before sailing, he explained. Over the breakfast table he displayed an unwonted interest in d**k’s affairs.
“Say, Kid, did you get that remittance from home?” he asked.
Dick thought: after yesterday, Mike owes me something. With a hundred thousand in his pocket he can well afford it, too. Aloud he said: “Aah! I was only bluffing. I don’t expect any remittance. And what’s more I haven’t any home, or any folks to send it.”
“The hell you say,” said Rulon cooly. He took half a slice of toast at a bite. “What’s the big idea, then? How you going to pay your bill here?”
“Search me!” said d**k. “When they present it, I’ll just walk out and leave ’em my bag.”
“Then what?”
“I dunno. The Embankment,
