Charley turned round, his face white.
"You know that, too?"
"I do! McGregor stole the hundred pounds to pay a gambling-debt to Captain Cavendish. And you—where does your money come from, Marsh?"
"I don't steal it," said Charley, turning from pale to red; "be sure of that!"
"Come, my boy, don't be angry. You know I don't deserve that speech; but surely, Charley, this sort of thing should not go on. Where will it end?"
"Where, indeed?" said Charley, gloomily. "Val, I wish you would tell me how you found this out?"
"Pshaw! do you really expect to go in and out of the most notorious gambling-house in Speckport, at all hours of the day and night, and it not be discovered? You ought to know this place better."
"That is true; but how did that infernal business of McGregor's leak out? No one knew it but ourselves."
"It has leaked out, and is known to two persons, who may blow on you all at any moment."
"And I wanted to keep it from Natty. Val, old fellow, do tell me who they are."