“I want to speak to you!” called Sid to his enemy, as he came up behind him, Tom and Phil following at a distance.
“What’s that?” drawled Langridge, turning. “Oh, it’s you, is it Henderson? Well, I don’t know that I care to talk to you. I’m not used to associating with chaps caught in gambling raids!”
Sid was fairly trembling with rage, but he managed to take from his pocket a duplicate of the clipping which Miss Harrison had received.
“Did you—did you send that to her?” spluttered Sid.
“Send it to whom?” asked Langridge insolently.
“Miss Harrison? That lying clipping about me? Did you send it, I ask?”
“Well, supposing I did? It’s a free country; isn’t it? Besides, I’m not so sure that the clipping doesn’t tell the truth.”
“Then you sent it!” cried Sid. “You don’t dare deny it!”
“Dare you deny that you are the person referred to in it? Dare you deny that you were in that gambling hall the night of the raid? Dare you deny that?” fired back Langridge.
Sid seemed stunned.