"I never heard you talk so much nonsense, Loudon," said the host. "Well, it seemed to me there was sulfur in the air, so I talked for talking," returned the other. "But it was none of it nonsense." "Do you mean to say it was true?" cried Havens, -- "that about the opium and the wreck, and the blackmailing and the man who became your friend?" "Every last word of it," said Loudon. "You seem to have been seeing life," returned the other. "Yes, it's a queer yarn," said his friend; "if you think you would like, I'll tell it you." Here follows the yarn of Loudon Dodd. . . .