"Trying to see how far you can go and keep out of jail?" Farland demanded.
"I—I don't know what you mean, sir."
"Trying to run a bluff on me? On me?" Farland gasped. "You'd better talk straight. Do you expect to run a barber shop by day and a gambling joint by night all your life?"
"Why, I——"
"Don't lie!" Farland interrupted. "I know all about that little back room. Maybe I'm not on the city police force now, but you know me! I've got a bunch of friends on the force, and if I told a certain sergeant about your little game and said that I wanted to have you run in he wouldn't hesitate a minute."
"But what have I done, Mr. Farland?" the barber gasped. "I've always been friendly to you."
"I know it. But are you going to keep right on being friendly?"
"Of course, sir."
"Willing to help me out in a little matter if I forget about that gambling?"
"I'll do the best I can, Mr. Farland."