"All right," answered Monk, and we went quickly up the cabin stairs and into the long-boat which awaited us.
"You weren't going to tell him, then, that all his rascality had been discovered?"
"No, I wanted him to fall into the hands of the English police. But now he'll take good care not to put his foot on English soil any more."
"You ought to have warned me beforehand."
"It is not worth bothering about. For the rest of his life he will be a wretched exile, without money and without friends; I know he has already ruined his father, old Davis. He possesses nothing now but his yacht. It was by the skin of his teeth that he got away from his creditors in England this time."
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Some months later, the following paragraph appeared in the paper:—
ANOTHER VICTIM TO THE DEMON OF GAMBLING
The well-known yacht Deerhound, which last year won the queen's cup at the Cowes regatta, has just arrived at Monaco. The owner, a certain Mr. Howell, sold the yacht, as he had lost all his money at the tables. He afterward continued to play, with the result that this morning he was found in the park with a bullet-hole in his head and a discharged pistol in his hand.
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