Hashknife nodded quickly. Holmes laughed shortly.
“Yes, we’ve met before, Moran. Hartley recognized me. He’s got a good memory, it seems.”
Hashknife studied the gambler. It seemed rather odd that the man was admitting all this, and Hashknife wondered what his reason might be.
“I’m putting my cards on the table, Hartley,” said Holmes. “I knew you. At first you had me puzzled, but I remembered.”
“And then what?” asked Hashknife coldly.
“I’ve been telling Moran about you, Hartley. I’ve got nothing to conceal. I’m just as anxious to have things cleared up as he is. You heard about the warnings sent to Jim Randall and Judge Beal? Well, I didn’t send ’em.”
“No?” Hashknife smiled curiously. “Why tell me, Holmes?”
“Because I know you are not here for your health.”
“That’s true; my health never worries me.”
English Ed shook his head.