He said, almost with a resumption of his former heartiness:
"Are you staying long, Mr. Templar?"
"I expect I'll be here for quite a while."
"That's fine! Then after Mr. Yoring's got some new glasses we might have a better game."
"I shouldn't be surprised," said the Saint amiably.
He was holding two pairs. He took a card, and still had two pairs. Kilgarry stood pat on three kings. Mercer drew three cards to a pair, and was no better off afterwards. Yoring took two cards and filled a flush.
"One hundred," said Yoring nervously.
Mercer hesitated, threw in his hand.
"And two hundred," snapped Kilgarry.
"And five," said the Saint.