Dimanche told him. Cassal blushed, which was unusual for a man.
The dealer-manager returned and the transaction was completed. His money was safe in the Bank of the Galaxy.
"Hereafter, you're not welcome," said the dealer morosely. "Don't come back."
Cassal picked up the cards without looking at them. "And no accidents after I leave," he said, extending the cards face-down. The manager took them and trembled.
"He's an honorable humanoid, in his own way," whispered Dimanche. "I think you're safe."
It was time to leave. "One question," Cassal called back. "What do you call this game?"
Automatically the dealer started to answer. "Why, everyone knows...." He sat down, his mouth open.
It was more than time to leave.
Outside, he hailed an air taxi. No point in tempting the management.
"Look," said Dimanche as the cab rose from the surface of the transport tide.