Jadwin laughed. “Sam,” he said, “I’ll flip a coin for it.”

“Oh, get out,” protested the broker; then suddenly⁠—the gambling instinct that a lifetime passed in that place had cultivated in him⁠—exclaimed:

“All right. Flip a coin. But give me your word you’ll stay by it. Heads you come in; tails you don’t. Will you give me your word?”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” replied Jadwin, amused at the foolishness of the whole proceeding. But as he balanced the half-dollar on his thumbnail, he was all at once absolutely assured that it would fall heads. He flipped it in the air, and even as he watched it spin, said to himself, “It will come heads. It could not possibly be anything else. I know it will be heads.”

And as a matter of course the coin fell heads.

“All right,” he said, “I’ll come in.”