Instead, Garrick handed him the letter.
"Say," he demanded as he ran through it with puckered face, then
slapped it down on the table before Guy, in a high state of
excitement, "what do you make of that?"
He looked from one to the other of us blankly.
"Isn't it bad enough to lose a car without being slandered about
it into the bargain?" he asked heatedly, then adding in disgust,
"And to do it in such an underhand way, writing to a girl like
Violet, and never giving me a chance to square myself. If I could
get my hands on that fellow," he added viciously, "I'd qualify him
for the coroner!"
Warrington had flown into a towering and quite justifiable rage.
Garrick, however, ignored his anger as natural under the
circumstances, and was about to ask him a question.
"Just a moment, Garrick," forestalled Warrington. "I know just
what you are going to say. You are going to ask me about those
gambling places. Now, Garrick, I give you my word of honor that I
did not know until to-day that the property in that neighborhood
was owned by our estate.
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