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game."

"I hear that." I laughed. "I was only curious. Really.
Just cash me in and I '11 be on my way.''

The Geek gestured at the stacks of coins on the table.

"What's to cash?" he said. "I pulled mine out the
same time I cashed the others' out. The rest is yours."

I looked at the money and swallowed hard. For the
first time I could understand why some people found
gambling so addictive. There was easily twenty thou-
sand in gold weighing down the table. All mine. From
one night of cards!

"Urn . . . Geek? Could you hold on to my winnings
for me? I'm not wild about the idea of walking around
with that much gold on me. I can drop back by later
with my bodyguards to pick it up."

"Suit yourself," the Geek shrugged. "I can't think of
anyone at the Bazaar who would have nerve enough to
jump you, with your reputation. Still, you might run
into a stranger...."

"Fine," I said, heading for the door. "Then I'll

be..."

"Wait a minute! Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What's that?"

"Pidge's marker. Hang on and I'll get it."

He disappeared before I could protest, so I leaned
against the wall to wait. I had forgotten about the
marker, but the Geek was a gambler and adhered more
religiously to the unwritten laws of gambling than most
folks obeyed civil law. I'd just have to humor him
and...

"Here's the marker, Skeeve," the Deveel announced.
"Markie.this is Skeeve."

I just gaped at him, unable to speak. Actually, I
gaped at the little blond-headed moppet he was leading
by the hand. That's right. A girl. Nine or ten years old
at the most.