We'll wait till dawn, and then we'll go. Nigel is good for some hours
yet. Wynne always had a bad effect on him. Ever noticed it, West? Or you,
Stark?"
The two men nodded.
"Yes," said Tony, "I have. Many times. Nigel's never the same fellow when
that man's about. He's--he's got some sort of devilish influence over
him, I believe. And how he hates Nigel! See his eyes to-night? He could
have killed him, I believe--specially as Nigel's taken his girl."
"Yes." The doctor's voice was rather grave. "Wynne's a queer chap and a
revengeful one. And he was as drunk as a beast to-night.... Well, boys
we'll sit down and wait awhile."
Pipes were got out and cigarettes lighted. For an hour in the hot
smoking-room the men sat, talking in undertones and smoking, or dropping
off into long silences. Finally the doctor drew out his watch. He sighed
as he looked at it.
"Three o'clock, and no sign of Wynne yet. We'll be getting our things on,
boys."
Instantly every man rose to his feet. The tension slackened with
movement.
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