I suppose there is some theory that has been written down in books to explain how these things work, at any rate to the satisfaction of the fellow who wrote the book.

But Grim, referring to it afterward, called it naked luck.

I would rather agree with Grim than argue with any inky theorist on earth, having seen too many theories upset.
Luck looks to me like a sweeter lady, and more worshipful than any of the goddesses they rename nowadays and then dissect in clinics.

At any rate, by naked luck I prodded Abdul Ali where he kept his supply of mistakes.

Instead of calling my bluff, as he doubtless should have done, he set out to win me over to his point of view.