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The Fighting Chance

CHAPTER X THE SEAMY SIDE
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Say, old boy, what about dividend due 'morrow on Orange County Eclectic--mean Erlextic--no!--mean 'Letric! Damn!--Wasser masser tongue ?" Opening his fond and foggy eyes, and finding himself alone in the card-room, he began to cry; and a little later, attempting to push the electric button, he fell over a lounge and lay there, his shirt-front soiled with wine, one fat leg trailing to the floor; not the ideal position for slumber, perhaps, but what difference do attitudes and postures and poses make when a gentleman, in the sacred seclusion of his own club, is wooing the drowsy goddess with blasts of votive music through his empurpled nose?
In the meantime, however, he was due to dine at the Belwether house; and when eight o'clock approached, and he had not returned to dress, Leila called up Sylvia Landis on the telephone: "My dear, Leroy hasn't returned, and I suppose he's forgotten about the Bridge.

I can bring Mr.Plank, if you like." "Very well," said Sylvia, adding, "if Mr.Plank is there, may I speak to him a moment ?" So Leila rose, setting the receiver on the desk, and Plank came in from the library and settled himself heavily in the chair: "Did you wish to speak to me, Miss Landis ?" "Is that you, Mr.Plank?
Yes; will you dine with us at eight?
Bridge afterward, if you don't mind." "Thank you." "And, Mr.Plank, you had a note from me this morning ?" "Yes." "Please disregard it." "If you wish." "I do.

It is not worth while." And as Plank made no comment, "I have no further interest in the matter.

Do you understand ?" "No," said Plank doggedly.
"I have nothing more to say.

I am sorry.


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