"There are
always fellows glad to lend a mount to a good player. And you're going
to be that."
The high lust of the game took and shook Banneker for a dim moment. Then
he recovered himself. "No. I couldn't do that."
"Let's leave it this way, then. Whether you join now or not, come down
once in a while as my guest, and fill in for the scratch matches. Later
you may be able to pick up a few nags, cheap."
"I'll think it over," said Banneker, as he had said to old Poultney
Masters.
Not until after the dinner did Banneker remind his host of their
understanding. "You haven't forgotten that I'm here on business?"
"No; I haven't. I'm going to answer your question for publication. Mrs.
Eyre has not the slightest intention of suing for divorce."
"About the separation?"
"No. No separation, either. Io is traveling with friends and will be
back in a few months."
"That is authoritative?"
"You can quote me, if you like, though I'd rather nothing were
published, of course. And I give you my personal word that it's true."
"That's quite enough."
"So much for publication. What follows is private: just between you and
me."
Banneker nodded. After a ruminative pause Densmore asked an abrupt
question.
"You found my sister after the wreck, didn't you?"
"Well; she found me.
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