It's Only Money

The answer to grief from the school of the world. We're going to touch another dishonest dollar.

You think I don't mean it? I was doing all right cleaning up on the ponies. I'd worked out a brand new system scene. I owned eight different race horses under eight different names. Different trainer and Johnny for each horse.

My instructions by phone and nobody knew I had any connection with any of the horses. I worked out so that only my horses were running in a certain, They're running in a certain, and I decided which one I wanted to win, gave all my different trainers their instructions by phone to make sure the right-oarth one,

then went out and placed my back. Well, naturally, I could only work it for a while, but I planned to make one big clean-up and quit. My partner was figures-ready. A big numbed scholar couldn't read or write, but could add up figures in his head like an adding machine.

We're really sitting in my apartment listening to the racing results Actually, I'm going to go through coming off fast, from the outside Shut it off, thank you, we've been in any time I'm going to go fast, thank you Okay, Jerry, we'll see you soon That's on fast release That's our bankroll now, thank you

Uh, let me think, uh, oh yeah, 25,920,048 cents That's how we had 50 grand in the kick Well, expenses have been heavy You were, what is caused to feed eight horses Not to mention in pre-fees, why, hey, alone, says you.

Now, I can't make it a tale. Yeah, sure, Charlie. Because I'm getting uneasy. Somebody's going to tumble the wire set up soon. That's what I've been telling you. Well, shoot the works. One big killing and quit.