I had a feeling he was lying, but I let it go for the time being. “Did Mr. Masters like to gamble?”
He seemed relieved to get away from the women. “He enjoyed it occasionally, but it wasn’t a regular thing. Once in a great while he would take three or four days off and go to Reno. But I don’t believe he ever bet any large sums.”
“That was considerate of him.” I glanced at my watch. “Well, Mr. Jeffers, I expect I’ve taken up enough of your time for today. I don’t want to interfere with the well-oiled machinery. But I’ll be back tomorrow morning and we’ll go into a few other aspects of the business.”
“I shall do my best to help you, Mr. March,” he said stiffly.
I had an idea he was holding himself together by sheer force and would collapse as soon as I was gone. Then he’d worry most of t
