"And if he failed he would display a presumption which nothing could
forgive," he paraphrased. "If it's not asking too much, Mr. Gamble,
I'm curious to know how you propose to accumulate your million." And
he smiled across at Miss Joy, who turned to Gamble, waiting
interestedly for his reply.

"Work a lot of neglected stunts. I never wanted to make a million
till now. I know how, though. I think I'll start with real estate."
And he watched Gresham narrowly.

"That's a dismal enough opening," announced Gresham with a pained
expression. "It is impossible to secure a decent price for property,
especially when you want to sell it."

"If you want to get rid of some I'll buy it," offered Gamble
promptly.

"I want cash." And again Gresham smiled over at Constance. The
slight trace of a frown flitted across her brow. She had always
thought of Gresham as a man of perfect breeding.

"Name the right figure. I'll make a deal with you on the spot."

"This is scarcely the place for business," Gresham reproved him.

"I beg pardon," Gamble quickly said, and looked at Constance, a
trifle abashed.

"Please go ahead," that young lady urged. "This is more fun than the
races."