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HOLLYWOOD SHORTS
"Ham's right!" Jay agreed thoughtfully. "Too near Christmas tuh lose a job."
"Okay," Edgar sanctioned cunningly. "An" speakin' of the boss, I've got to see 'im before he scrams from the lot. There's the bet!" he said with what he thought to be a true gambler's gesture. "Count it while Fm gone. Be back in less than ten minutes."
Elatedly he moved toward the door.
"Count it for 'im, Ham," he sneered. "Maybe Horatio's too nervous to count that much money."
Very conscious that it was a good dramatic exit, Edgar slammed the door.
Horatio glared his contempt; then extended it once around the table. As neatly as any sheriff had ever pulled a gun, he extracted a check book from his pocket. A similar gesture produced a fountain pen. Then he sat like a poser viewing ticker tape in a broker's office, while he studied his check stubs.
The atmosphere was stimulating. The whole staff felt it. It was much better than scenario writing. Respectful attitudes sustained the suspense. To goad Horatio on toward bigger and broader betting, Ham exclaimed :
"Lord, you've doubled his bet," and slapped him on the shoulder.
Grinning his sarcastic best, Jay barbed : "How 'bout a little side bet, Horatio, that this check of yours is bouncy?"
Horatio lifted a bushy eyebrow, said, "Nuts!" and spat at the cuspidor.
Ham scratched the few hairs he had in his head, wondering how he could possibly prolong the argument. A little coaxing, he
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