CHAPTER IV

IN WHICH GRESHAM FINDS JOHNNY'S OLD PARTNER ACCOMMODATING




Beneath the grandstand, Gresham caught up with a thin-faced and
sandy-haired man whose colorless eyebrows and almost colorless eyes
gave his waxlike countenance a peculiarly blank expression--much as
if one had drawn a face and had forgotten to mark in the features.
The man started nervously as Gresham touched him on the shoulder,
and his thin lips parted in a frightened snarl.

"You have such a ghastly way of slipping up behind one," he
complained, brushing the shoulder upon which Gresham had laid his
hand.

"You're nervous, Collaton. I'm not Johnny Gamble," laughed Gresham.

"Suppose you were!" indignantly retorted Collaton. "I'm not avoiding
Johnny." And he studied Gresham furtively.

"The Gamble-Collaton books are. Do you imagine there are any more
outstanding accounts against your firm?"