10Again that night, d**k and Michael Rulon sat until a late hour in the men’s restaurant, while Rulon slowly tanked up. Rulon, practically speechless, sat lowering at d**k with a sneer fixed in his hard, handsome, yellow face, while d**k did the merry and bright act. Every now and then the thought of robbing that fear-inspiring figure would poke itself forward in d**k’s mind, like a sheeted ghost with waving arms, and d**k would fall to sweating and trembling.
Aah! forget it! It can’t be done! he would say to himself.
But the ghost refused to stay laid for long.
Rulon expressed no desire to leave the hotel to-night. As midnight approached, he suddenly announced that he was going to bed.
“Want me to go up with you?” d**k heard himself saying, very, very carelessly, and immediately began
