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On Monday, nearing noon, Wallingford dropped into a flashy cafe just off Broadway, where he knew he would be bound to find some one of his quartet. He found Short-Card Larry there alone, his long, thin fingers clasped around a glass of buttermilk.
"Hello, Wallingford," he said, grinning. "Going out to the track to-day?"