She blushed. "If that's a proposal," she said tartly. "The answer is 'no.'"
"I'll talk to you later," I growled. "When I'm richer!"
I looked at the back of the card on the desk. Wally was leaning back in his swivel chair and wasn't within four feet of the pasteboards. If there was any hanky-panky, I couldn't see how he planned to work it.
"Heart," I said.
"Why don't you turn it over, Dr. King?" Wally suggested. "Remove any possible chance of manipulation." It was the two of hearts that Shari turned over. I was a thousand dollars richer.
I won the next. And the next. My stomach tightened up. Every thousand dollars drove another nail into my coffin—went that much farther to prove I was a snake. Well, I wasn't!
I missed the fourth one.
"Cut that out!" Wally snapped at me. I jumped a foot. I had tried to miss it.
With a sickening realization of doom, I called the next four right.