I did not know his story, but I knew enough to be sure that he had
been in love with Violet himself, and, although Warrington had
once come to his rescue and settled thousands of dollars of his
gambling debts, was sore at Warrington for closing the gambling
joint where he hoped ultimately to recoup his losses. More than
that, he was probably equally sore at Warrington for winning the
favour of the girl whose fortune might have settled his own debts,
if he had had a free field to court her.
Why was Forbes here, I asked myself. The fumes of the bombs from
the Mathiot gun may have got into my head but, at least as far as
I could see, they had not made my mind any the less active. I felt
that his presence here, apparently as one of the gang, explained
many things.
Who, I reasoned, would have been more eager to "get" Warrington at
any cost than he? I never had any love for the fellow, who had
allowed his faults and his temptations so far to get the upper
hand of him. I had felt a sort of pity at first, but the incident
of the cancelled markers in the gambling joint and now the
discovery of him here had changed that original feeling into one
that was purely of disgust.
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