“No,—I’ve done nothing that I’m ashamed of.”
“Exactly. To-morrow morning Mr. Fish’s large circle of enemies will read with pleasure that he has been caught at last.”
“There’s another reason why I’m glad the whole story’s going into print.”
“About that opium business?”
“Yes. I think it will clear me from any suspicion of being connected with the ring. I’d like the real reason to be known for my being in Ng Quong’s house.”
“Well, ’twill be now.”
Ben went straight from the lawyer’s office to Mundon. The latter was looking more disconsolate than ever. Even the mule seemed to have caught his state of abject misery.
“I’ve just ben thinkin’ how I could get out of this old town,” Mundon said. “If I could manage to get to Cripple Creek, I’d be able to get on my feet again.”
Ben did not reply, and Mundon glanced at his face.
“Why, Ben, you look as you’d heard some good news.”