“Strange how some of these waiters grow rich?” Craig remarked finally with a gay smile.
The idea of waiters and money quickly brought some petty reminiscences to her mind. While she was still talking, Craig casually pulled a pencil out of his pocket and scribbled some figures on the back of the waiter’s check.
From where I was sitting beside him, I could see that he had written some figures similar to the following:
5183
47395
654726
2964375
47293815
924738651
2146073859
“Here’s a stunt,” he remarked, breaking into the conversation at a convenient point. “Can you repeat these numbers after me?”
Without waiting for her to make excuse, he said quickly “5183.” “5183,” she repeated mechanically.
“47395,” came in rapid succession, to which she replied, perhaps a little slower than before,
“47395.”
“Now, 654726,” he said.
“654726,” she repeated, I thought with some hesitation.