'Look here, Durwent,' said Selwyn; 'come along to my rooms. You're soaked to the skin, and I could give you a change and a shakedown for the night.'
'Thanks very much; but I'm accustomed to this kind of thing.'
'You won't be seen,' urged Selwyn. 'I have accepted so much from your family that you would do me a kindness in coming.'
'Well, I must say I'm not married to this place. If you don't mind taking in a disreputable wharf-rat'——
'That's the idea,' said Selwyn, helping him to his feet. The
Englishman shivered slightly.
'You haven't a flask, have you?' he queried. 'I didn't know how cold I was.'
'I haven't anything with me,' said the American; 'but I can give you a whisky and something to eat at my rooms.'
'Right! Thanks very much.'
Tucking the cape under his arm, and shaking his waterproof cap to clear it of water, Dick Durwent followed the American on to the Embankment, where the two sphinxes of Egypt squatted, silent sentinels.