"You lousy snake!" I gasped. I'd learned better than to take a poke at him. Lefty had taught me my lesson on that one. Snead might turn out to be a TK as well as a hallucinator, and I wanted no more heart attacks.
He handed me a card. "There'll be somebody at this number all night, neighbor. Gamblers Anonymous."
He faded off down the dark street. The card merely said:
"Manhattan Chapter NO 5-5600"
Shari must have had a swell time at dinner with some guy who didn't gamble, because she didn't come home until nearly midnight. I know because I dialed her apartment every ten minutes until I got her face on the screen.
She was still dressed for dinner and had a sort of tiara over her thick tresses. "What is it?" she said.
"I'm not a psi?" I demanded.
"No!" she said. "Hasn't this gone—?"
"Well, then, am I crazy?" I cut in on her.