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Jack Stillman lolled in the big cushioned chair, his eyes fixed on the backs of two men, carrying suitcases, who were just leaving the hotel in company with half a dozen of their fellow players.
"Back to the hay fields for yours," he murmured sardonically. "Another couple of years, and you may be ready for fast company. This is the beginning of the exodus, Lefty."