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Then he leaned back in his chair, with his hands behind his
head.
"Mark my words, Marshall," he observed slowly, "someone connected
with that gambling joint in some way has got wind of the fact that
Warrington is going to revoke the lease and close it up. We've got
to beat them to it--that's all."


CHAPTER IX
THE RAID

Garrick was evidently turning over and over in his mind some plan
of action.
"This thing has gone just about far enough," he remarked
meditatively, looking at his watch. It was now well along in the
afternoon.
"But what do you intend doing?" I asked, regarding the whole
affair so far as a hopeless mystery from which I could not see
that we had extracted so much as a promising clew.
"Doing?" he echoed. "Why, there is only one thing to do, and that
is to take the bull by the horns, to play the game without any
further attempt at finessing. I shall see Dillon, get a warrant,
and raid that gambling place--that's all."
I had no counter suggestion to offer.


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