Betty Wyman was also to be there, and Oliver was to spend
a full month. But three days later Montague received a telegram,
saying that his brother would arrive in New York shortly after eight
that morning, and to wait at his home for him. Montague suspected
what this meant; and he had time enough to think it over and make up
his mind. "Well?" he said, when Oliver came in. "It's come again,
has it?"
"Yes," said Oliver, "it has."
"Another 'sure thing'?"
"Dead sure. Are you coming in?" Oliver asked, after a moment.
Montague shook his head. "No," he said. "I think once was enough for
me."
"You don't mean that, Allan!" protested the other.
"I mean it," was the reply.
"But, my dear fellow, that is perfectly insane! I have information
straight from the inside--it's as certain as the sunrise!"
"I have no doubt of that," responded Montague. "But I am through
with gambling in Wall Street. I've seen enough of it, Oliver, and
I'm sick of it. I don't like the emotions it causes in me--I don't
like the things it makes me do.
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