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against so foolhardy a thing, but caught herself; and, leaning back, she looked at Johnny Gamble in profile and smiled. There was something fascinating about the fellow's clear-eyed assurance as he cheerfully answered: "If you please, Polly." "It will take you four hundred hours now to make your million," Gresham advised him, with scarcely concealed contempt. "I'm no loafer," Gamble declared. They all laughed at that. "I beg your pardon," apologized Gresham. "Let's see. How long will it take you to make your million at the rate of five thousand an hour? How many hours a day?" "About seven on regular days; three on Saturdays." Both the girls were still laughing at the absurdity of it all. "Counting off for Sundays, you should have your million in about forty days," persisted Gresham, figuring it with pencil and paper. Johnny studied the problem carefully. "All right; I'll do it," he announced, and looked at his watch. "Bravo!" applauded Constance. "If you could succeed in that you would display a force which nothing could resist." Gresham looked at her with a quick frown. "And if he failed he would display a presumption which nothing could forgive," he paraphrased. "If it's not asking too much, Mr. Gamble, I'm curious to know how you propose to accumulate your million." And he smiled across at Miss Joy, who turned to Gamble, waiting interestedly for his reply. "Work a lot of neglected stunts. I never wanted to make a million till now. I know how, though. I think I'll start with real estate." And he watched Gresham narrowly. "That's a dismal enough opening," announced Gresham with a pained expression. "It is impossible to secure a decent price for property, especially when you want to sell it." "If you want to get rid of some I'll buy it," offered Gamble promptly. "I want cash." And again Gresham smiled over at Constance. The slight trace of a frown flitted across her brow. She had always thought of Gresham as a man of perfect breeding. "Name the right figure. I'll make a deal with you on the spot." "This is scarcely the place for business," Gresham reproved him. "I beg pardon," Gamble quickly said, and looked at Constance, a trifle abashed. "Please go ahead," that young lady urged. "This is more fun than the races." "Thanks." He smiled gratefully, "Now, Gresham, let's get down to statistics. These are working hours. Here's twenty-five hundred." "What for?" asked Gresham,
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