Agapoulos was quite restored to good humour.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, brushing his moustache and rattling his keys;
"sportsmen, eh?"
Major Grantham dropped into the carven chair upon which the Greek
had draped the leopard skin. Momentarily the window-dresser
leapt into life as Agapoulos beheld one of his cunning effects
destroyed, but he forced a smile when Grantham, shrugging his
shoulders, replied:
"If they are fools enough to play--the usual 5 per cent, on the
bank's takings."
He paused, glancing at some ash upon the tip of his cigarette.
Agapoulos swiftly produced an ashtray and received the ash on it
in the manner of a churchwarden collecting half a crown from a
pew-holder.
"I think," continued Grantham indifferently, "that it will be the
dances. Two of them are over fifty."
"Ah!" said Agapoulos thoughtfully; "not, of course, the ordinary
programme?"
Major Grantham looked up at him with lazy insolence.
"Why ask?" he inquired. "Does Lucullus crave for sausages? Do
philosophers play marbles?"
He laughed again, noting the rather blank look of Agapoulos.
"You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?" he added. "I
mean to say that these men have been everywhere and done
everything.
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