"If you ever presume to speak to me again, you know from last night what to expect."
"As you are settling with everybody, Mr. Moordown, you may as well pay me my small claim," said Platt's friend.
"Certainly. How much is it?"
"Only £145."
"There. Now, Sir Hew, you will be able to resume the business which I am sorry to have interrupted," said Moordown, as he left the room.
"Good morning, Mr. Moordown, we will meet on the course," replied Sir Hew, who little knew that ere the sun set he would be lying where he was now sitting—a dead man.
CHAPTER IV.
Broken bones and successful love.