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 Will you take my check," she said quickly, "for fifty, and we'll shoot it all?" Her voice was a little unsteady and her hand shook as she reached to the money.

Clark exchanged an uncertain but alarmed glance with Joe Ewing. Taylor shot again. He had Nancy's check.

"How 'bout another?" she said wildly. "Jes' any bank'll do&mdash;money everywhere as a matter of fact."

Jim understood&mdash;-the "good old corn" he had given her&mdash;the "good old corn" she had taken since. He wished he dared interfere&mdash;a girl of that age and position would hardly have two bank accounts. When the clock struck two he contained himself no longer.

"May I&mdash;can't you let me roll 'em for you?" he suggested, his low, lazy voice a little strained.

Suddenly sleepy and listless, Nancy flung the dice down before him.

"All right&mdash;old boy! As Lady Diana Manners says, 'Shoot 'em, Jelly-bean'&mdash;My luck's gone."

"Mr. Taylor," said Jim, carelessly, "we'll shoot for one of those there checks against the cash."

Half an hour later Nancy swayed forward and clapped him on the back.

"Stole my luck, you did." She was nodding her head sagely.

Jim swept up the last check and putting it with the others tore them into confetti and scattered them on the floor. Someone started singing and Nancy kicking her chair backward rose to her feet.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she announced, "Ladies&mdash;that's you Marylyn. I want to tell the world that Mr. Jim Powell, who is a well-known Jelly-bean of this city, is an exception to the great rule&mdash;'lucky in dice&mdash;unlucky in love.' He's lucky in dice, and as matter of