"Has he paid you?" he asked Platt before he had well got into the room.
"Not a sixpence, and here is another creditor who is acting with me. The documents are ready for the stewards."
"Then what the devil means this reaction in the betting?"
"I have not the least idea, Sir Hew. Who is Captain Wardlock?"
"An intimate friends of Moordown's, and a dangerous man. He is not working in the dark."
At this instant there was a loud knock at the door, and, to the no small surprise of the three conspirators, Moordown entered the room.
"In good company, Sir Hew," said Moordown sarcastically.
"Like you, I have some business with Platt."
"Mine won't take a minute." (Turning to Platt and throwing down a bundle of notes on the table.) "You and your confederates are baffled this time. There is your money."
"If I had not been so short, Mr. Moordown, I would not have troubled you. No inconvenience I hope."