He shook his head. "The gambling has to go, Persia."

She smiled at him very slightly, as she might at a stubborn child. "I

suppose you'll have your way, but, I shouldn't tell you this, Jack, but

I will." She used his first name so naturally that he didn't notice for

an instant. "Duke had to borrow heavily to build Tunneltown. He left me

broke and in debt. The town brings in quite a little money now--though

maybe not as much as most people think. But when I've made a monthly

payment on the debts, there's very little left. If the town didn't give

me my living expenses, I could scarcely get by. Now if the gambling

goes, at least two saloons will have to close. If I lose the money from

those leases, I'm ruined. There won't even be enough even to make the

payments to my creditors."

He made a small gesture of helplessness. "The last thing I want to do

is hurt _you_. But the gambling...."

"If we could just have a little time, we might find other kinds of

business that would lease those buildings."

"It isn't my time to give away," he said. "It's Ben's. And he hasn't

got much of it. How much do you need?"

"I've no idea."

"The crooked gamblers have to go right now along with the rest of the

riffraff. There can be no delay about that."

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