"Do you think I'm drunk?"

"I don't think anything about it."

"Well, maybe I am, I have been under a strain. But I'm not too drunk to
attend to business; I am never too drunk for that. I wish to say I have
the money--"

His lips twitched, and Gilmore, watching him furtively, saw that he was
again shivering.

"You got what, Marsh?" demanded Gilmore in a whisper.

"The money, the money I owe you!"

"Oh, I see!" He fell back a step and stared at Langham; there was
apprehension dawning in his eyes. "Where did you get it?" he asked.

But Langham shook his head.

"That's my business; it's enough for you to get your money."

"Well, you were quick about it," said Gilmore, and he rested his hand on
the lawyer's arm.

Langham moved a step aside.

"You threatened me," he said resentfully, but with drunken dignity. "You
were going to smash me; I wish to say that now you can smash and be
damned! I have the money--"

"Oh, come, Marsh! Don't you feel cut up about that; I didn't mean to
make you mad; you mustn't hold that against me!"

"You come to my office to-morrow and get your money," said Langham,
still with dignity. "I've been under a great strain getting that money,
and now I'm done with you--"

Gilmore laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You, you fool! But you aren't done with me; we'll be closer friends
than ever after this. Just now you are too funny for me to take
seriously. You go home and sleep off this drunk; that's my advice to
you! I'd give a good deal to know where you have been and what sort of
a fool you have been making of yourself since I saw you last!" added
Gilmore.

"Don't you worry about me; I'm all right. What I want to say is, lend me
your keys; I can't go home this way--lend me your keys and I'll go to
your rooms and sleep it off."

"All right, Marsh; think you can get there?"

"Of course; I'm all right."

"And you'll go there if I give you my keys--you'll go nowhere else?"

"Of course I won't, Andy!"

"You won't stop to talk with any o

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