32/61 And he up and bought your things for you--like a square man. That's Flynn's style, if he is a gambler." "But," persisted Flint, "this never was my property. My name isn't Fowler, and I never left anything here." The assistant looked at him with a grim, half-credulous, half-scornful smile. "Have it your own way," he said, "but I oughter tell ye, old man, that I'm the warehouse clerk, and I remember YOU. |