He's a young fellow of good family--but I am afraid he is going
pretty much to the bad, or will go, if he doesn't quit soon. I
wish I could stop him. He's a nice chap. I knew him well at
college and we have chummed about a great deal. He's here too much
of the time for his own good."

The thing was fascinating, I must admit, no matter what the morals
of it were. I became so engrossed that I did not notice a man
standing opposite us. I was surprised when he edged over towards
us slowly, then whispered to Garrick, "Meet me downstairs in the
grill in five minutes, and have a bite to eat. I have something
important to say. Only, be careful and don't get me 'in Dutch'
here."

The man had a sort of familiar look and his slang certainly
reminded me of someone we had met.

"Who was it?" I inquired under my breath, as he disappeared among
the players.

"Didn't you recognize him?" queried Garrick. "Why, that was
Herman, Dillon's man,--the fellow, you know, who is investigating
this place."

I had not recognized the detective in evening clothes. Indeed, I
felt that unless he were known here already his disguise was
perfect.

Garrick managed to leave Warrington for a time under the pretext
that he wanted him to keep an eye on Forbes while we explored the