Guy Garrick by Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin) Reeve
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"goose."
"Like the roulette wheel," said Garrick grimly, "the 'goose' is crooked, and if I had time I could show you how it is done." We passed by the hazard boards as too complicated for the limited time at our disposal. It was, however, the roulette table which seemed to interest Garrick most, partly for the reason that most of the players flocked about it. The crowd around the table on the second floor was several deep, now. Among those who were playing I noticed a new face. It was of a tall, young man much the worse, apparently, for the supposed good time he had had already. The game seemed to have sobered him up a bit, for he was keen as to mind, now, although a trifle shaky as to legs. 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. |
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