I have something
important to say. Only, be careful and don't get me 'in Dutch'
here."
The man had a sort of familiar look and his slang certainly
reminded me of someone we had met.
"Who was it?" I inquired under my breath, as he disappeared among
the players.
"Didn't you recognize him?" queried Garrick. "Why, that was
Herman, Dillon's man,--the fellow, you know, who is investigating
this place."
I had not recognized the detective in evening clothes. Indeed, I
felt that unless he were known here already his disguise was
perfect.
Garrick managed to leave Warrington for a time under the pretext
that he wanted him to keep an eye on Forbes while we explored the
place further. We walked leisurely down the handsome staircase
into the grill and luncheon room downstairs.
"Well, have you found out anything?" asked a voice behind us.
We turned. It was Herman who had joined us. Without pausing for an
answer he added, "I suppose you are aware of the character of this
place? It looks fine, but the games are all crooked, and I guess
there are some pretty desperate characters here, from all
accounts.
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