Chapter 70

“My God, if they caught us—Gene, or Dan, or Donnie, or that fly girl of his! . . . No. . . . _No!_ Get that paper to John Lanier. We’ll take a chance that he won’t spill. And we’ll stay and play the game,—and try to start another kitty. That’s all there is to do—” There came a knock at the door. Welper took a pistol from under his left arm-pit, placed it in his coat side-pocket, and pleasantly said: “Come in.” Renton entered in his nervous, restless manner. His countenance was pale and wet with sweat. “Look here,” …