Then this newspaper man,
which I consider unethical under the circumstances, played Brislane poker,
and what with the doomed man's lack of concentration and his inability to
take advantage of the turns of the game, therefore, this newspaper man won
back his $50 and some few dollars besides.
"As for me, I doubt whether all my card playing with these doomed men,
successful though it has been, has ever brought me as much as a half
dollar. No, as I said, sociability is the object of these games and all I
aim for is to put the doomed man at his ease for the time being."
* * * * *
Deputy Cochian suddenly smiled, although before an impersonal air had
marked his discourse.
"There was the 'Lone Wolf,' as I mentioned," he continued. "A cold-blooded
feller and a sinner to the end. But he was the best rhummy player as I
have ever had the pleasure of matching skill with. Yes, sir, it was his
ability for to concentrate. As I said, that is, the prime ability
necessary and the 'Lone Wolf' had more concentration than any one I have
matched skill with in or out of the jail.
"That was an interesting evening we spent on the death watch for the 'Lone
Wolf.' He regaled us for an hour or so telling us how he used to steal
motor cars.
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