“What’s the use?” said English Ed coldly. “That half-breed Conley went out to get him.”
Roaring Rigby squinted closely at English Ed for a moment before turning to the crowd.
“Git out of here,” he ordered. “No, you stay here, Ed.”
He moved them all out, closed the door tightly and turned to the gambler.
“What about Pete Conley?”
In a few words the gambler told him about the trouble, but made no mention of his trouble with Jimmy Moran. Roaring listened closely.
“Did Mallette steal that card, English?” he asked.
The gambler shrugged his shoulders.
“I didn’t see the play. Jimmy Moran saw the play, but wasn’t sure. He was the one who was supposed to have discarded that king of hearts. Mallette was drinking and—”
“Had a right to steal a card, I suppose.”