"Looks like you will carry the papers yourself, sir," said Frank, as he advanced to cut the cards.
He held up a nine spot of spades.
"That lets you out, sir," he said to von Ludwig.
The latter was plainly nervous.
Jack cut the cards next. Frank uttered a cry of consternation:
"The three of clubs!"
"Looks like I was the fellow to stay, all right," said Jack, smiling slightly.
"And this time," said Frank, "you may not be as fortunate as upon the day you remained behind and faced death on the submarine."
Jack shrugged.
"Can't be helped," he said quietly.