Andrews had brought him a new deck, and he was throwing out the joker.
“Certainly not,” Deacon answered. “That's a sissy game.”
“I'm glad,” Grief coincided. “I don't like sissy games either.”
“You don't, eh? Well, then, I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll play for five hundred pounds a game.”
Again Deacon was taken aback.
“I'm agreeable,” Grief said, beginning to shuffle. “Cards and spades go out first, of course, and then big and little casino, and the aces in the bridge order of value. Is that right?”
“You're a lot of jokers down here,” Deacon laughed, but his laughter was strained. “How do I know you've got the money?”
“By the same token I know you've got it. Mac, how's my credit with the company?”
“For all you want,” the manager answered.
“You personally guarantee that?” Deacon demanded.