"Do you think Mr. Rogeen will make money on it?" She tried to sound disinterested.
"That reminds me," replied Noah, "of Sam Scott. Sam went to Dixion and started a pool hall under Ike Golberg's clothing store. After Sam got it all fixed up with nice green-topped tables and white balls, and places to spit between shots, he got me down there to look it over.
"'How does she look?' says Sam.
"'She looks all right,' I said.
"'I'm going to get rich,' declares Sam.
"'That all depends' I says, 'on one thing.'
"'What's that?' says Sam.
"'On whuther there is more money comes down them stairs than goes up.'"
Noah twisted his shoulders and again looked up impersonally at the stars.
"You see makin' money is mighty simple. All you got to do is take in more than you pay out. But the dickens of it is, losin' it is just as simple—and a durned sight easier."