“You mean you’d like to have him leave it to the relatives?” Mason asked.
Milicant said, “If I were in his shoes, Phyllis would get everything.”
“Have you shot any craps with him lately?”
“Yes. Sunday, I believe it was.”
“High stakes?” Mason asked.
“A two-bit limit. But if you made a pass, you could let it ride and keep on building up.”
“Would you consider it was being too personal if I asked you how much he won?”
Milicant said, “He didn’t win. I won somewhere around a hundred dollars, enough to get a suit of clothes. But he seemed to get a great kick out of losing.”
“I think it was because he was getting entertainment,” Phyllis Leeds said. “You know, John, you keep up a running fire of comment.”
Milicant laughed. “Well, I was always trained to talk to the dice. You can’t expect them to do anything for you if you don’t tell ’em.”