The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-08-09

no longer. His inclination was to go l ever to Lorenzo's corner and police up l the whole outfit reviling the players anu
 telling them this was pool room py 1 day and if they didn't want 10 go asalls'
 the horses they could beat II. But ne didn't dare make 1t as strong as thls. He lounged over to the loyout ana oIsw
 up a chair to the table. Chechs nau %
 swiftly tipped off the players ana .ns S cards on which their bets were Oeu S'4
 were hid beneath duplicate cAIus on which they began assiduously to Keep
 cases. .xo.o on l Don't you guys ever take chance on a horsa race7'i asked Granaday, with an
 effort to screw his face into humorous 1 exnression. "They tell me there IS qulte A lot of running being done at the track i and now and then I get flash at the l odds. .,-,-. ,,
 said the old Colonel T got a system i that's making a pauper of Lorenzo l "Gimme a stack, Lorenzo" said Grana- 1 day suddenly. Guess I'll fall Tor thls
 thing myself if it's as good as you say l it is Lorenzo calmly passed out stack or l yellows, though he ragged as he appre- ciated the interference with his plans i The betting on the second was just com ing in. ana all ms pld ySIS WoiitSN " 1t without undue delay Finally Checks arose and hurried over to Fingers desk. Cant shake the old horse stuff out or my system" he said to Granaday. Granaday played away, and the others impatiently stalled with their chips. They wanted the prices. French Aleck suddenly set his chips aside and got up from the table, Leave 'em there, Lo- renzo." he said. I'll be back in a min ute"
 He joined Checks at the booking desk and they agreed they'd have to play with Granaday for that race anyway. One by one the others around the faro table ex- cused themselves and Granaday was left alone. When he had lost his stack, he returned to his own domain.
 Next race the situation had lighted it. self and Lorenzo was again in receipt Of bets and Granaday was again deserted by a select coterie. Granaday puzzled over the thing that night as he bowled around town in an electric, smoking a black cigar and trying to keep cool.
 Now what's the answer? he asked himself. These guys stay off the ponies for days at time and get awful friendly with the bank, and then l sit in for stack and they all fade away and begin to give the book play again" He had not solved the problem by the following day, but as he entered his rooms to open up for the afternoons activities he came across what the sleuths would call a clew A crumpled bit of cardboard, over looked by a careless sweeper, lay on the floor, and was accidentally kicked by the Granaday boot, as the Boss walked across the room. He picked 1t up to throw 1t in the waste basket, when sudden impulse prompted him to spread it out and see what it contained.
 It was one of Lorenzo's sheets for keep ing cases, but there were no such marks on it as are usually made by the atten- tive bank player. Instead, such legends as these appeared in careless scribble: "Casque, s5O--s25," "Flavigny, $SO--s15 show" and other matter not considered essential to the accurate keeping of a faro deal.
 Granaday sat down in a chair and stud jed the marks for ten minutes. Then he pieced out his experiences and reached a conclusion. He had the whole story finally. "I got to give it to him for being there with the nerve" he admitted with grudging admiration. But then his indig- nation broke loose, and for a full five minutes he ragged in the otherwise silent apartment. Then he calmed down and began to figure on revenge. He would not kick Lorenzo out because he could not. There was the arrangement that had to be held to, or Lorenzo sure would make trouble. "Ill break him, that's what I'll do," decided Granaday and be- gan to figure out ways and means.
 This gave him some trouble, for, if he sent in bet to Lorenzo the horse might lose, and the revenge would be ieft-hand- ed. So Granaday bided his time until he could figure out surety.
 And he had not long to wait That very afternoon the opportunity came. The crowd around the layout was busy with the odds, spread out beyond the Grana day proportions. Granaday caught Bub Silcott red-handed stealing the odds from the card that Fingers displayed, but the Boss let Bub get away with it and return unehallenged to the bank.
 The play came off in connection with the running of the third race. the Daisy Stakes, for two-year-olds Counternane came In from the track favorite at 2 to | so Granaday marked up to 5. Almost the same instant the phone rang and the Boss glued his ear to the receiver. "rhe Is Hannegan," said the voice; what you laying Counterpane% Granaday told him to 5, and Hannegan bet him $500 at that price. Granaday thought fast Han negan was son of Wisdom, whose cheeks were always educated money. "I'n just lay that bet off," said Granaday. and picked up the phone again Then he set it down, and grabbed up the price-list. Swiftly he rubbed the price on Counter pane, making it 3 to 1, and reducing liar rigan the second choice whose proper price was to g. to even money,
 "Flash from the track." he called out and the mob swarmed around to note the changes The American Prince rushed over from the faro table to get the changes As he was hurrying back Gran aday said to him, I've got telegram here for Hobe Luckett. Tell him to come over and get it."
 On receipt of the flash Lorenzo made Counterpane to 1, and she was neglect ed by his clients, who focked heavily to Harrigan at Lorenzo's price of to 5. Iuckett, speeding over to his telegram, was spoken to earnestly by Granaday "That telegram was a stall" said the boss. Here's $500 Bet 1t with Lorenzo on Counterpane. If 1t wins I'll give you 25 per cent, If you don't tell Lorenzo its my money Never mind how l find out. Want to do it?"
 "Gimme the kale." said Luckett, briefly. A fourth of 5000 was not to be disregarded.
 Iorenzo's players had all finished when Luckett got back. He wrote something on his card and showed it to Lorenzo,