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

"Guy Garrick"

I shouldn't like to fall afoul of any of them, if I were
you."
"Oh, no," replied Garrick, "it wouldn't be pleasant. But we came
in well introduced, and I don't believe anyone suspects."
Several others, talking and laughing loudly to cover their chagrin
over losses, perhaps, entered the buffet.
With the gratuitous promise to stand by us in trouble of any kind,
Herman excused himself, and returned to watch the play about the
roulette table.
Garrick and I leisurely finished the little bite of salad we had
ordered, then strolled upstairs again.
The play was becoming more and more furious. Forbes was losing
again, but was sticking to it with a grim determination that was
worthy of a better cause. Warrington had already made one attempt
to get him away but had not succeeded.
"Well," remarked Garrick, as we three made our way slowly to the
coatroom downstairs, "I think we have seen enough of this for to-
night. It isn't so very late, after all. I wonder if it would be
possible to get into that ladies' poolroom on the next street? I
should like to see that place.


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