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In the language of the tack rooms, the Bald-faced Kid was a hustler a free lance of the turf, playing a lone hand against owner and bookmaker, matching his wits against secret combinations and operating upon the wheedled capital of the credulous. He was sometimes called a tout, but this he resented bitterly, explaining the difference between a tout and a hustler.

Word ran around the betting ring that Old Man Curry was trying to bet so much money on Elisha that the bookmakers refused his wagers, and there was an immediate stampede for the betting booths and a demand for Elisha at any figure. The third bookmaker forestalled all argument by wiping out the prophet's price entirely, while the crowd jeered.

In the third chair Jim recognized Max Melcher, although the face of the sporting-man was swathed in steaming cloths. Jim passed on and into a rear room, where he found three men seated at a felt-covered card-table. They were well dressed, quiet persons one a bookmaker whom the racing laws had reduced from affluence to comparative penury; another, a tall, pallid youth with bulging eyes.

Lauzanne is nine to one; how much dye want?" "Lay me ten?" asked Old Bill of the bookmaker. "To how much?" "A hun'red; an' me frien' wants a hun'red on, too." "I'll do it," declared Faust, impatiently. "Ten hundred to one, Lauzanne!" he called over his shoulder to his clerk, taking the bettor's money; "an' the number is ?" "Twenty-five, tree-four-six!" answered Old Bill.

"Yours faithfully, "Herbert Draycott. "P.S. I should add that I am the renter of a safe at the Lucas Street depository. A description of Mr. Draycott made it clear that he was not the West-End bookmaker. The caller, the servant explained, was a thin, wiry, keen-faced man. Carrados felt agreeably interested in this development, which seemed to justify his suspicion of a plot.

Mortimer would not have changed the note; would have taken it straight to the race course. He must have lost it to some bookmaker over The Dutchman. Crane knew the number of the stolen note. The three one-thousand-dollar bills were new, running in consecutive numbers, B 67,482-83-84; he had noticed that quite by chance at the time; it was the middle one, B 67,483, that was missing.

"The man with the best manners I ever met it was at one of Maggie's studio dances, too was a bookmaker. And a retired prize-fighter brought me home once from an Albert Hall dance." "How did he behave?" Francis asked. "He was wistful but restrained," Lady Cynthia replied, "quite the gentleman, in fact." "You encourage me to hope for the best," Sir Timothy said, rising to his feet.

Marmion, let the marriage bells be rung early a maiden's heart is a ticklish thing. . . . But Clovelly was in rare form, as I said; and the bookmaker, who had for the first time read a novel of his, amiably quoted from it, and criticised it during the dinner, till the place reeked with laughter.

I believe yes, I know the man by sight. He is a bookmaker in a large way, I am told." "Here comes the other," whispered Carrados. The bookmaker passed across the hall, joined on his way by the manager whose duty it was to counterlock the safe, and disappeared along one of the passages. The second man sauntered up and down, waiting his turn. Mr.

"What price's Laxcen?" he asked of the fat bookmaker. "What race is he in?" questioned the penciler. "Din race; what you givin' me!" "Don't know the horse." Mortimer interposed. "The gentleman means Lauzanne," he explained. Faust glared in the speaker's face. "Why th' 'll don't he talk English then; I'm no Chinaman, or a mind reader, to guess what he wants.