"And don't think that Mike doesn't!  He pays with twenty-four hours of work every day, seven days a week, trying to teach a few of us how to play with matches without getting burned.  Jill and Patty lowered the boom on him, started making him take one night a week off, long before I joined up." Caxton smiled. "But you can't stop Mike.  This burg is loaded with gambling joints, no doubt you know, and most of them crooked since it's against the law here.  Mike usually spends his night off bucking crooked games - and winning.  Picks up ten, twenty, thirty thousand dollars a night.  They tried to mug him, they tried to kill him, they tried knock-out drops and muscle boys - nothing worked; he simply ran up a reputation as the luckiest man in town... which brought more people into the Temple; they wanted to see this man who always won.  So they tried to shut him out of the games - which was a mistake.  Their cold decks froze solid, their wheels wouldn't spin, their dice would roll nothing but box cars.  At last they started putting up with him... and requesting him politely to please move along after he had won a few grand.  Mike would always do so, if asked politely."