"I've paid you all I owe you, Gilmore!" said Langham conclusively. "You can't hold that over me any longer."
"I don't want to!" retorted Gilmore quietly.
"You kept your thumb on me good and hard while you could!"
"Not half so hard as I am going to if you try to get away from me now—"
"What do you mean by these threats?" cried Langham.
The gambler laughed in his face.
"You've paid me all you owe me, but I want to ask you just one question. Where did you get the money?"
"That," said Langham, steadying himself by a mighty effort, "is none of your business!"
"Think not?" and again Gilmore laughed, but before his eyes, fierce, compelling, Langham's glance wavered and fell.
"I got the money from my father," he muttered huskily.