Mort calmed down a little. "You're right there," he said. "It wouldn't be so soon."
"Maybe this is a bad day," I broke in. "Maybe your customers just aren't betting this morning."
Mort and Mike looked at me as if I were crazy, which possibly I was. Two dozen steady horse players don't all stop at once, if ever.
Mike was as sorely troubled as Mort.
"We got at least couple dozen bets acrosst the counter already this morning," he said. "But no phone bets."
"Maybe the damn thing is actually out of order," Mort groaned, glancing at the telephone.
"Then how did we get them two calls from the joker?" Mike demanded. "No. That phone ain't no more outta order than I am."
"You're right. I forgot those calls," Mort acknowledged.
