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IT WAS WHILE Fortworth sat smoking a quiet cigar in their big car outside the post office when his partner was sending his second cable to his brother Tony that he began his brief acquaintance with that desolate wreck who called himself Major Sir George Blanchesson, D.S.O. This one attracted the dour Fortworth's attention for several reasons— the first of which reasons being his general appearance, the second being that he was offering for sale flowers— roses— and the third being the amazing fact that he was engaged in earnest conversation with a lamp post.
"The horse can't win, and you know it as well as I do! Look at the weight!" said Major Blanchesson, tapping the lamp post as a man taps the chest of one he has buttonholed. "You will lose your cash— even I know that and I've just do
