Fresno backed away silently from the cold-faced gambler.
“Don’t mind him, Hough,” protested Durade. “They’re all excited. Big stakes always work them up.”
“Send them out so we can play without annoyance.”
“No,” replied Durade, sharply. “They can watch the game.”
“Ancliffe,” called Hough, just as sharply, “fetch some of my friends to watch this game. Don’t forget Neale and Larry King.”
Allie, who was watching and listening with strained faculties, nearly fainted at the sudden mention of her lover Neale and her friend Larry. She went blind for a second; the room turned round and round; she thought her heart would burst with joy.
The Englishman hurried out.
Durade looked up with a passionate and wolfish swiftness.
“What do you mean?”
“I want some of my friends to watch the game,” replied Hough.