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 ?" "How should I know ?" Collaton glanced about him uneasily.
"True enough--how should you ?" agreed Gresham soothingly.