“I’ll remember it myself,” Bill said. I saw he was angry and wanted to smooth him down.
“It’s a sure thing they’ll come,” I said. “But maybe not to-night.”
“Want to call it off?” Cohn asked.
“No. Why should I? Make it a hundred if you like.”
“All right. I’ll take that.”
“That’s enough,” I said. “Or you’ll have to make a book and give me some of it.”
“I’m satisfied,” Cohn said. He smiled. “You’ll probably win it back at bridge, anyway.”
“You haven’t got it yet,” Bill said.
We went out to walk around under the arcade to the Café Iruña for coffee. Cohn said he was going over and get a shave.
“Say,” Bill said to me, “have I got any chance on that bet?”