It was Ned Warbeck’s elder brother!
He turned deadly pale, cast a quick glance at Phillip Redgill, and joined the card-players again.
But, though he attempted to be merry and careless, care sat upon his brow, and he sighed to himself,
“I am innocent, but still suspicion is strong against me. Whoever it was that forged Sir Richard’s signature to that bill was no friend of mine.”
And he could not help thinking, as he sat in that gay and merry throng,
“It was an unlucky day I ever made the acquaintance of you, Phillip Redgill. Still, the end is not yet.”
Captain Jack’s companions made themselves very much at home, in a rough, off-handed manner.
They were adepts at dice and cards, and, although they began to gamble on no capital whatever, they none of them were long ere they had won large sums from those present.
This happened not so much through fair as foul play, and downright roguery.
However, as long as their cheating tricks were not discovered, or even suspected, they continued the play, and, together with fine wines, spirits, cigars, and the like, they seemed to be enjoying themselves very much, nor did they for a moment know the true reason why Captain Jack had called there that night.