To take the money would clean off his debt and leave him a margin which he might treble before midnight.
"Give me the money," he said.

"It is not one-third of its value, but I see that it is all I can do." Otto smiled--the smile of a man who had hit the thing at which he aimed--felt in his inside pocket, drew out a great flat pocketbook, and counted out the bills.
Dalton swept them up as a winner at baccarat sweeps up his coin, apparently without counting them, stuffed the crumpled bank-notes into his pocket, and started for the door.
Half-way down the long shop he halted opposite a sideboard laden with old silver and glass and, to show that he was not in a hurry, paused for an instant, picking up a cut-glass decanter with a silver top, remarking casually, as he laid it back, "Like one I have at home," continuing his inspection by holding aloft a pipe-stem glass, to see the color the better.
As he resumed his walk to the door, Felix, with Masie and a customer ahead of him, was just descending the rear stairs from the "banquet hall" above.

He thus had a full view of the store below.

Something in the way with which the bubble-blown glass was handled attracted O'Day's attention.

He had seen a wrist with a movement like that, the poised glass firmly held in an outstretched hand.