It occurred to Sanderson that the men suspected
him, and he grinned coldly as he raised his eyes to Maison.
Maison was watching him, keenly; and his flush when he saw Sanderson
looking at him convinced the latter that his suspicions were not
without foundation.
If Sanderson could have known that he had hardly left the hotel when a
man whispered to Maison; and that Maison had said to the man: "All
right, I'll go down and wait for him," Sanderson could not have more
accurately interpreted Maison's flush.
Sanderson's grin grew grim. "It's a frame-up," he told himself. His
grin grew saturnine. He got up, folded the withdrawal blank and stuck
it in a pocket.
"I'm leavin' the money here tonight," he said. "For a man that ain't
been to town in a long while, there'd be too many temptations yankin'
at me."
He went out, leaving Maison to watch him from a window, a flush of
chagrin on his face.
Sanderson walked down the street toward the hotel. He would have Owen
sign the withdrawal blank before morning--that would defeat Maison's
plan to gain evidence of the impersonation.
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