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Reeve, Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin), 1880-1936

"Guy Garrick"


He glanced up momentarily from his close following of the play as
we approached.
"Hello, W.," he remarked, as he caught sight of our young
companion.
A moment later he had gone back to the game as keen as ever.
"Hello, F.," greeted Warrington. Then, aside to us, he added, "You
know they don't use names now in gambling places if they can help
it. Initials do just as well. That is Forbes, of whom I told you.
He's a young fellow of good family--but I am afraid he is going
pretty much to the bad, or will go, if he doesn't quit soon. I
wish I could stop him. He's a nice chap. I knew him well at
college and we have chummed about a great deal. He's here too much
of the time for his own good."
The thing was fascinating, I must admit, no matter what the morals
of it were. I became so engrossed that I did not notice a man
standing opposite us. I was surprised when he edged over towards
us slowly, then whispered to Garrick, "Meet me downstairs in the
grill in five minutes, and have a bite to eat.


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