Conway took two silver dollars from his vest pocket and laid them on the table. "And the bet?" he queried.
"I'm betting two dollars the plans were drawn by an engineer in Los Angeles."
"Some days I can't lay up a cent," the old contractor complained, and parted with his two dollars.
"I'm betting four dollars!" Farrel challenged.
"See your four dollars," Conway retorted and covered the bet.
"I'm betting that those plans were drawn by the engineer of the South Coast Power Corporation."
"Death loves a shining mark, Michael, my boy. Hand over that four dollars."
Farrel produced a five dollar bill. "I'm betting five dollars," he challenged again.
"Not with me, son. You're too good. I suppose your next bet will be that the plans were drawn by the engineer of the Central California Power Company."
"Were they?"