mond merely grinned again and put a hand through the bars.
"Whatever you say, cap'n," he rejoined. "It sure looks bad"
"Don't you think it," said Gramont, cheerfully. "A lot of things have happened since I saw you last! I've got the real murderer right where I want him—but I can't have him arrested yet."
"It's a gang," said Hammond. "You watch out, cap'n, I heard 'em say somethin' about Memphis Izzy—remember the guy I told you about one day? Well, this is no piker's game! We're up against somethin' solid"
"I know it," and Gramont nodded. He turned to the deputies. "Gentlemen, you have my address if you wish to communicate with me. I shall be back here day after to-morrow—at least, before midnight of that day. I warn you, that if anything happens to this man in the meantime, you shall be held personally responsible. He is innocent."
"Looks like we'd better hold you, too," said one of the men. "You seem to know a lot!"
Gramont looked at him a moment.
"I know enough to tell you where to head in if you try any funny work here," he said,
