Jimmy shook his head.
"I guess not," he said. "It's good of you, but commercial speculation never was in my line. I'm afraid you must count me out of this."
"What! You're going to tell—?"
"No," said Jimmy, "I'm not. I'm not a vigilance committee. I won't tell a soul."
'"Why, then—" began Hargate, relieved.
"Unless, of course," Jimmy went on, "you play billiards again while you're here."
Hargate stared.
"But, damn it, man, if I don't, what's the good—? Look here. What am I to do if they ask me to play?"
"Give your wrist as an excuse."
"My wrist?"