“I won’t play again!”
“Why not?”
“My hand is unsteady. I have drank too much.”
“I’ve drank as much as you, but I’m all right.”
“You can stand more than I. I’ll settle for the drinks and games and go home.”
“Sha’n’t I see you home?” asked the elder.
I don’t want to trouble you.”
“No trouble at all.”
The young man paid at the bar, displaying a well-filled
pocketbook. There was something in his companion’s expression which made Tony suspicious. He formed a sudden resolve.