"Throwing bricks, eh?"
"Never you mind, my friend. Hand over the notes and I will give you the money."
Markham produced a wallet which was filled with papers and bills, among which he searched until he found the documents of which he was in want.
"Here you are," he exclaimed. "I'd like to find a fool like you every day in the week."
"Would you?"
"If I did, I'd die rich."
Laughing heartily at his own joke, Markham handed over the notes and received the six thousand dollars in exchange.
"Thank you," he added, and extending his hand to Clarence Holt, he said: "Good-by. Take my advice. It's straight. Never bet on a card again."
Nodding carelessly to Mr. Smith, he knocked the ash off his cigar and left the room.
When he was gone, Clarence Holt grasped Mr. Smith's hand.