"Tom was next around the table, but he shook his head. "Pot's too rich for me. I fold." Me, too," I said tossing my cards face down on the table."Not ...oo rich for me," Pete proclaimed, "I'll match you and raise you three more," pushing out a blue chip of his own.We all looked expectantly at Cindy. "What am I supposed to do now?" she asked.Tom explained her choices. "You can fold right now, and lose what you have put out, or you can match Pete's bet and then compare hands to see who has the. Frederique Jacoby is a good friend of mine. Take a week off workand go to her place in Hampshire she'll give you a thorough make over.When you get back I'll be in touch again and tell you what to do next.Any questions?" What if I refuse?" Then I'm afraid, dear boy that these photographs will find their wayinto the inboxes of certain senior managers at your bank. And to onemanager in particular whom I know strongly disapproves of that kind ofbehaviour. I'm sure you can imagine what will happen. Turnwell whistled softly. "The best man for a case like this would be Sir Archibald Pendrake. I happen to befriend him. If you wish we can visit him this minute." That would indeed be helpful," Jim sighed with relief. "My coach is waiting outside." Splendid! No need for a coat on a sunny day like this."Mr. Turnwell was already heading for the door and Jim followed him in haste. Mr. Turnwell gave the directions to Jim's coachman, and a minute later the wheels of the coach were rattling over the. It wasn't raining that hard. And I only had six blocks to the subway station. I started to hoof it.Halfway there, it began to pour. I quickly had water streaming down my face. Ducking under the narrow overhang of a newsstand, I bought a paper. I only had a $5 bill. The guy gave me change, mostly in pennies. As I raised the paper over me and stepped away, I noticed he'd given me 3 cents too many. Two other guys were lined up to buy papers so I stepped around them to hand back the pennies. As I.