“He ought to have known better than to double-cross them. Let’s get something to eat. I’m almost eleven-hundred ahead on the night’s doings, so if the boyfriend doesn’t like it, it’s just too bad. How’d you come out?”

“Didn’t bet. So your Max doesn’t like it?”

“Didn’t bet?” she cried. “What kind of an ass are you? Whoever heard of anybody not betting when they had a thing like that sewed up?”

“I wasn’t sure it was sewed up. So Max didn’t like the way things turned out?”

“You guessed it. He dropped plenty. And then he gets sore with me because I had sense enough to switch over and get in on the win.” She stopped the car violently in front of a Chinese restaurant. “The hell with him, the little tin-horn runt!”

Her eyes were shiny because they were wet. She jabbed a handkerchief into them as we got out of the car.