CHAPTER IITHE RELEASE
As Larry and the girl went up the steps of the station house a taxicab drew up before the door, and the Englishman got out. “Mr. Felix” the clerk had called him. The clerk had not come with him. He followed the other two in.
Out of the corners of his eyes Larry sized him up with a growing antagonism. Mr. Felix’s excitement had calmed down, and his face was now as guarded and inexpressive as the typical Englishman’s. From shoes to hat he was turned out with a perfection that Larry (who was somewhat of a dresser himself in his off hours) realised with exasperation he would never attain to. A well-set-up, greyish-faced man, handsome in a regular, conventional manner; cold and correct; everything about him was antipathetic to Larry. What the young man chiefly resented w
