He glanced at his hand. In the interim, it had changed slightly. Dimanche had got there.
The dealer examined his cards one by one. His face changed color. He sat utterly still on a cool stool.
"You win," he said hopelessly.
"Let's see what you have."
The dealer-manager roused himself. "You won. That's good enough for you, isn't it?"
Cassal shrugged. "You have Bank of the Galaxy service here. I'll deposit my money with them before you pick up your cards."
The dealer nodded unhappily and summoned an assistant. The crowd, which had anticipated violence, slowly began to drift away.
"What did you do?" asked Cassal silently.
"Men have no shame," sighed Dimanche. "Some humanoids do. The dealer was one who did. I forced him to project onto his cards something that wasn't a suit at all."
"Embarrassing if that got out," agreed Cassal. "What did you project?"