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I may like to put up a quiet bet myself on the ponies now and then I won't say I don't, but this thing of Danfield's has got beyond all reason. It's the crookedest gambling joint in the city, at least judging by the stories they tell of losses there. And so beastly aristocratic, too. Read that."
Gentlemen, you will now go down quietly to the patrol-wagons below, two by two. If you have anything to say, say it to the magistrate of the night court." "Hold his arms, Walter," panted Kennedy. I did. With a dexterity that would have done credit to a pickpocket, Kennedy reached into Danfield's pocket and pulled out some papers.
It was none of the old-time gambling places, like Danfield's, with its steel door which Craig had once cut through with an oxyacetylene blowpipe in order to rescue a young spendthrift from himself. Kennedy seemed perfectly well satisfied merely with a cursory view of the place, as he hung up the receiver and thanked the maid politely for allowing him to use it.
"The devil no," returned the boy. "Do you know what my advice to you is, the advice of a man who has seen high play everywhere from Monte Carlo to Shanghai?" "What?" "Play until your luck changes if it takes until to-morrow." A supercilious smile crossed Senator Danfield's fat face. "I intend to," and the haggard young face turned again to the table and forgot us.
I may like to put up a quiet bet myself on the ponies now and then I won't say I don't, but this thing of Danfield's has got beyond all reason. It's the crookedest gambling joint in the city, at least judging by the stories they tell of losses there. And so beastly aristocratic, too. Read that."
"I'll take a chance at that," called back O'Connor as he jumped into his car and directed, "Headquarters, quick." As the car disappeared, Kennedy filled his lungs with air as if reluctant to leave the drive. "Our constitutional," he remarked, "is abruptly at an end, Walter." Then he laughed, as he looked about him. "What a place in which to plot a raid on Danfield's Vesper Club!
Gentlemen, you will now go down quietly to the patrol-wagons below, two by two. If you have anything to say, say it to the magistrate of the night court." "Hold his arms, Walter," panted Kennedy. I did. With a dexterity that would have done credit to a pickpocket, Kennedy reached into Danfield's pocket and pulled out some papers.
"The devil no," returned the boy. "Do you know what my advice to you is, the advice of a man who has seen high play everywhere from Monte Carlo to Shanghai?" "What?" "Play until your luck changes if it takes until to-morrow." A supercilious smile crossed Senator Danfield's fat face. "I intend to," and the haggard young face turned again to the table and forgot us.
"I'll take a chance at that," called back O'Connor as he jumped into his car and directed, "Headquarters, quick." As the car disappeared, Kennedy filled his lungs with air as if reluctant to leave the drive. "Our constitutional," he remarked, "is abruptly at an end, Walter." Then he laughed, as he looked about him. "What a place in which to plot a raid on Danfield's Vesper Club!
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