"He seems a cheery lad," laughed Jim. "So you think I'd better cut him off my visiting-list?"
"I can't imagine how he ever got on it. He's a gentleman who keeps himself very much in the background. And if he is running a gambling den, you can bet your bottom dollar there's more behind it than what he makes out of the cagnotte. Was the place on the square?"
"Quite, as far as I could see," answered Jim. "But in view of your warning I shall not revisit it."
He turned the conversation: further questions with regard to the place might prove difficult to answer. The last hour had provided him with more information than he had dared hope for, and with a nod to Hargreaves he sauntered off towards the dining-room. On the way he picked up an evening paper. It was the latest edition, but even the
