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.But also, deep inside every chaos, an eerier kind of hidden order waited to be found.Even a simple system, like a card game dealt from a six-deck blackjack shoe, was fundamentally chaotic, likely to produce complex and unpredictable results.As a card counter, Lamar Woolsey hoped to impose a profitable order on the random flow of cards.After thirty minutes of play, the composition of the six-deck shoe tipped slightly in Lamar’s favor: somewhat rich in aces and face cards, a bit low on fives and sixes, but still ruled by randomness.He couldn’t yet justify aggressive betting.Then something strange happened.A series of Hail Mary draws gave Lamar a glimpse of the eerie nature of reality, of hidden and mysterious order.The dealer showed a queen above his hole card.Lamar had a ten and a six, to which he drew a five, beating the dealer by a point.In the next hand, he drew a three and a seven while the dealer showed a six.He doubled down, but drew only a deuce.The dealer revealed a sixteen count—and drew a six, busting.Now the dealer had an ace up, and Lamar had a four and a three.He drew another four.Then a deuce.Another deuce.Then a six.His final twenty-one beat the dealer, who had a nine under his ace.None of those three wins involved card counting, and even the most paranoid pit boss would see them as nothing but luck.Not a believer in luck, Lamar read them instead as one of those curious patterns that expressed a hidden order under the randomness—under the chaos—of any game of chance.This phase of the pattern, which benefited him, was a wave that offered effortless surfing.Until it lost its benign character, he ought to ride it.He won nine more hands in a row, lost two, then won another eight with such unlikely combinations of cards that counting tens and aces could have had no effect on his fortunes.Sometimes the power of hidden order can have, with its patterns, such an obvious presence in a system that its precise mechanisms seem within the theorist’s grasp—until chaos reappears.Even when Lamar played irrationally, splitting a pair of fours when the dealer showed a face card, he won.When the dealer showed an ace, Lamar doubled down on eight—and won.After losing three hands in a row, he suspected that the patterns under the apparent chaos of the cards no longer favored him, and he asked to have his winnings converted into high-value chips to make them easier to carry.His thousand-dollar buy-in had grown to nineteen thousand.At the cashier’s window, he converted two chips into folding money.After the two casinos, this left him ahead four hundred for the night.He intended to give away the other seventeen thousand in chips before leaving the building.ThirteenExploring the house bottom to top with Grady, Merlin was as stealthy as an excited pony.They found no intruder.Whatever had finished Grady’s dinner for him, whatever had taken the three baked chicken breasts and the pan on the stove, left no sign that it had ventured farther than the kitchen.Before returning to the ground floor, Grady turned off the lights room by room.In the darkness, he drew aside any draperies that were closed, raised any shades that were lowered.On the ground floor again, he made sure that the views from all the windows were likewise unobstructed.In the kitchen, he washed his dinner dishes.He brewed a pot of coffee, poured it into a thermos bottle, and stood the thermos on the dinette table.He set a mug on the table, too.Merlin watched as if witnessing a ritual with solemn meaning.Only two chairs served the table.They were at opposite ends of the window that looked out onto the back porch.Grady moved one of the chairs to face the window from across the table.He switched off the lights and sat in the chair, in the dark, in the lingering aroma of strong coffee, his mug empty.Merlin stood very still, as if pondering the situation.He was a contemplative dog, always ruminating on some aspect of his world.Out of sight above the house, the mirror moon reflected the sun of a day not yet dawned, shining the pale light of tomorrow on the yard and on the paper birches.The porch lay in shadow.Merlin padded to the kitchen door, a French door with panes all the way to the bottom, installed specifically to allow the wolfhound to see outside.Alert, he stood there, barely visible in the gloom.Grady’s window had three rows of panes, three panes per row
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