He didn't seem to care about winning, and he cashed in each
time with a new one-hundred-dollar bill. Of course he didn't care
about winning. He cared about the change - that was his winning.
The bill on the table is one of the original ten, though since then
scores have been put into circulation. I made up my mind that it
was the same Englishman in both cases.
"Then within a week, in walked the manager of the Mozambique Hotel
- he had been stung with the fake International Express money-order
- same Englishman, too, I believe."
"And you have no trace of him?" asked Kennedy eagerly.
"We had him under arrest once - we thought. A general alarm was sent
out, of course, to all the banks and banking-houses. But the man
was too clever to turn up in that way again. In one gambling-joint
which women frequent a good deal, a classy dame who might have been
a duchess or a - well, she was a pretty good loser and always paid
with hundred-dollar bills. Now, you know women are not good losers.
Besides, the hundred-dollar-bill story had got around among the
gambling-houses. This joint thought it worth taking a chance, so
they called me up on the 'phone, extracted a promise that I'd play
fair and keep O'Connor from raiding them, but wouldn't I please
come up and look over the dame of the yellow bills? Of course I
made a jump at it.
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