“Easy,” laughed Hanks. “Here’s a beautiful straight flush. Just take a look at that dusky array of spades.”
The cards exposed by him were the three, four, five, six, and seven of spades.
“That looks pretty good,” said Chester; “but what card was it you picked up out of the discard?”
Instantly Hanks flew into a rage.
“What do you mean?” he snarled. “Do you accuse me of cheating?”
“I saw you steal a card from the discards,” declared Arlington grimly.
“It’s a lie!” snarled Hanks fiercely. “It’s a trick to beat me, but I won’t stand for it! I’ve won that money fairly, and I’m going to have it!”
“Wait a minute, wait a minute!” exclaimed Harmford, who had just made a startling discovery. “Arlington holds four eight spots and a six, doesn’t he?”
“Yes,” nodded Hanks; “but I hold a straight flush, and that wins.”
“Wait,” repeated Harmford. “Let’s examine this pack. There must be too many cards in it.”