"It is all here?"
"No, there's one chapter to come; that's good enough for you."
"Oh yes, it will do. You'll have to finish it, for you'll want to write for the paper."
This time the cards were perfectly packed, and Mike turned the king.
"Cards?"
"No, play."
Frank and Lizzie leaned breathless over the table, their faces white in the light of the unshaded lamp. Mike won the whole five tricks. But luck was dead against him, and in a few minutes the score stood at three games all. Then outrageously, for there was no help for it, as he never would have dared if his opponent had been quite sober, he packed and bridged the cards. He turned the king.
"Cards?"
"No, play."
Mike won the fourth game, and put Mr. Beacham Brown's cheque in his pocket.