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Billy was with her, so I heard.... When they got to Delmonico's there came near being a scrap.... No.... Never had a dollar on Daisy Belle, or any other horse...." Loud laughter was now heard at the end of the hall. A party of young men had reached the foot of the stairs and were approaching Biffton and Jack. Garry's merry voice led the others. "Still hard at work, are you, Biffy?
Touch the bell, Breen, and say what." Again Jack thanked him, and again Biffton relapsed into silence. Rather a damper on a man of his calibre, when a fellow wouldn't touch a bell and say what.
Jack waited for an instant, and finding that the message was delayed in transmission, helped himself to one of Biff's "Specials" bearing in gold letters his name "Brent Biffton" in full on the rice paper dropped into the proffered chair and repeated the question: "Have you seen Garry?" "Yes upstairs. Got a deck in the little room. Been there all afternoon. Might go up and butt in.
To interrupt them, though, at their feast or even to mention the subject to his uncle while the dinner was in progress was, of course, out of the question. He would stay where he was; dine alone, unless Garry came in, and then when the last man had left his uncle's house he would have it out with him. Biffton was the only man who disturbed his solitude.
Little Biffton was keeping watch when Jack swung in with that free stride of his that showed more than anything else his muscular body and the way he had taken care of and improved it.
The cocktail hour had now arrived one hour before dinner, an hour which was fixed by that distinguished compounder of herbs and spirits, Mr. Biffton and the room began filling up. Most of the members were young fellows but a few years out of college, men who renewed their Society and club life within its walls; some were from out of town students in the various professions.
Touch that bell before you go and say what." "No I won't drink anything, if you don't mind. You heard about Garry's winning the prize?" "No." Biffton hadn't moved since he had elongated his foot in search of Jack's chair. "Why Garry got first prize in his office. I went with him to the supper; he's with Holker Morris, you know." "Yes. Rather nice. Yes, I did hear.
Jack had shaken everybody's hand by this time, Biffton having moved back a foot or two, and the circle had widened so that the poker party could reach their cocktails. Garry extended his arm till his hand rested on Jack's shoulder. "Nothing sets me up like a game of poker, old man. Been on the building all day.
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