The sheriff touched him on the arm.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THE GAMBLER'S THEORY
Gilmore, leaving his apartment, paused to light a cigar, then sauntered down the steps and into the street. As he did so he saw Marshall Langham come from the post-office, half a block distant, and hurry across the Square. Gilmore strode after him.
"Oh, say, Marsh, I want to see you!" he called when he had sufficiently reduced the distance that separated him from his friend.
Instantly Langham paused, turning a not too friendly face toward the gambler.
"You want to see me?" he asked.
"Didn't I say so?" demanded Gilmore, as he gained a place at his side. "Where are you going, to the office?"
"Yes, I have some letters to answer," and Langham quickened his pace.