"What do I get out of it?" whined the gambler.
Keralio regarded him with contempt. Dryly he said:
"You get out of it that you're not sitting in the electric chair for murdering your twin brother. You get out of it that you're playing the rôle of the millionaire, basking in the smiles of your brother's charming wife, and making a drunken beast of yourself—that's what you get out of it. Isn't it enough?"
Handsome winced. Keralio had a direct way of saying things to which there was no answer possible.
"All right," he grumbled, "I'm not kicking."
"No—I wouldn't if I were you."
Changing the topic, Keralio carelessly lit a cigarette and, between the puffs, asked:
"How's your wife?"
"My wife? You mean his wife?"
Keralio smiled.