Yes, sir, whenever the 'Lone Wolf' wanted a new car he just
went out and took it. A cold-blooded feller, as I say.
"Then he asked if I would mind playing him a game of rhummy and I
answered, 'No, Harry. As you are aware, I am here to oblige. So we got out
the deck and Harry insisted upon gambling. 'Make it a dollar a hand,' he
said. But I would listen to none of that. We played eight games in all and
he beat me six of them. Perhaps I was not at my best that night. But I
never played against such a cold-blooded feller. He took a positive joy in
winning his games and on the whole acted like a bum winner, making the
most of his unusual good luck. I hold no grudge for that, however. But I
feel that if we could have continued the play some other time I'd easily
have finished him off."
Now the sun was slowly recovering its place and the rain had become a
light mist. Deputy Cochran seemed to regard this as a signal for a
conclusion.
"Summing the matter all up, pro and con," he offered, "it do interfere
with their game a lot. But I lay this to the fact that they all fancy
they're going to be reprieved and they keep waiting and listening for an
announcement which will save them from the gallows.
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