At length Mr. Gott climbed the narrow stairs and entered the clubroom.
The Banker, lying huddled in his chair in the clubroom, awoke with a start.
As Major Hawke strode through the clubroom, a half-dozen half-dressed clubmen seized upon him.
He had shut himself in the clubroom over the grill and had been boning for an examination.
“Matter of fact, I came here on business,” the island owner said, entering the clubroom.
