"I think Muchmore might have at least thanked us," said Tom Donnell.
"He didn't show up after his queer actions."

"There's something funny about that man," declared Bert. "I never saw
a person act so suspiciously. He seemed afraid that we would discover
something."

"Maybe he was," said George Perkins.

"What?" asked several of his companions.

"Why, I heard that he was a regular gambler," went on George. "He
makes a profession of it. Maybe he had a gambling outfit in some of
those rooms, and didn't want you to discover it."

"Who told you he was a gambler?" asked Vincent.

"The station agent. He sees him taking the train to the city every
once in a while, and one day he saw him in a car, with a man he knows
to be a gambler of the worst kind. Oh, Muchmore is a gambler, all
right."

"Do you suppose he has gambling games in that house?" inquired Tom
Donnell. "I shouldn't be surprised."

"I wonder if Mr. Stockton knows it?" ventured Bert. "I heard my mother
say Mr. Stockton was a very fine man, and I don't believe he would
allow that if he knew it."