The other two deputies stepped up, too, and the three of them walked Howley toward the cashier's office. Behind them came the five men in dinner jackets.
"You'll have to step into the office to cash that much, sir," said one of the deputies as he opened the door. Howley walked in as though he hadn't a care in the world. He put his chips on the desk, and the deputies followed suit, while one of the dinner-jacketed men closed the door.
Then one of the deputies said: "I believe this gentleman is carrying a gun."
He had his own revolver out and had it pointed at Howley's middle. "Carrying a concealed weapon is illegal in this city," he went on. "I'm afraid we'll have to search you."
Howley didn't object. He put his hands up high and stood there while his pockets were frisked.
"Well, well," said the deputy coolly. "What on Earth is this?"