Shutting the door softly behind him he withdrew, smiling to himself.
CHAPTER V
THE WAY OF THE GULL
Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-r.
The alarm-clock announced the hour imperiously, triumphantly, the importance of the day being manifest in its resonant warning.
Kenneth Gregory leaped from his bed and hastily donned a brand-new suit of overalls. A young man's first business engagement was not lightly to be passed over. Particularly when it promised a chance for excitement and new adventure. He dressed quickly and hurried out into the street. With difficulty he stumbled through the dark streets and groped his way along the water-front to the Lang wharf. All about him was darkness, opaque and impenetrable.
"You're early."
Gregory found himself blinking into the white light of an electric torch. By his side stood Dickie Lang.