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"
It
’
s
crooked
and
disgusting
,
"
Ferguson
said
.
"
Of
course
,
"
said
Catherine
,
"
if
it
hadn
’
t
been
crooked
we
’
d
never
have
backed
him
at
all
.
But
I
would
have
liked
the
three
thousand
lire
.
"
"
Let
’
s
go
down
and
get
a
drink
and
see
what
they
pay
,
"
Crowell
said
.
We
went
out
to
where
they
posted
the
numbers
and
the
bell
rang
to
pay
off
and
they
put
up
18
.
50
after
Japalac
to
win
.
That
meant
he
paid
less
than
even
money
on
a
ten
-
lira
bet
.
We
went
to
the
bar
under
the
grand
-
stand
and
had
a
whiskey
and
soda
apiece
.
We
ran
into
a
couple
of
Italians
we
knew
and
McAdams
,
the
vice
-
consul
,
and
they
came
up
with
us
when
we
joined
the
girls
.
The
Italians
were
full
of
manners
and
McAdams
talked
to
Catherine
while
we
went
down
to
bet
again
.
Mr
.
Meyers
was
standing
near
the
pari
-
mutuel
.
"
Ask
him
what
he
played
,
"
I
said
to
Crowell
.
"
What
are
you
on
,
Mr
.
Meyers
?
"
Crowell
asked
.
Meyers
took
out
his
programme
and
pointed
to
the
number
five
with
his
pencil
.
"
Do
you
mind
if
we
play
him
too
?
"
Crowell
asked
.
"
Go
ahead
.
Go
ahead
.
But
don
’
t
tell
my
wife
I
gave
it
to
you
.
"
"
Will
you
have
a
drink
?
"
I
asked
.
"
No
thanks
.
I
never
drink
.
"
