They had
everything to help them, wealth, good looks, and a standing in the world.
You have none of these things. How did you do it?
"Anyway," he went on, "I'm not going to see you trimmed. I've got ten
thousand dollars here, as good Rainey money as ever was printed. You sign
this paper and then put the roll in your purse."
"That's square," said Luella London, signing, and with the light coming
back into her eyes.
Sam beckoned to the proprietor of the restaurant whom he knew and had him
and a waiter sign as witnesses.
Luella London put the roll of bills into her purse.
"What did you give me that money for when you had me beat anyway?" she
asked.
Sam lighted a fresh cigar and folding the paper put it in his pocket.
"Because I like you and I admire your skill," he said, "and anyway I did
not have you beaten until right now."
They sat studying the people getting up from the tables and going through
the door to waiting carriages and automobiles, the well-dressed women with
assured airs serving Sam's mind to make a contrast for the woman who sat
with him.
"I presume you are right about women," he said musingly, "it must be a
stiff game for you if you like winning on your own hook.
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