“Really, sir?”
“Oh, really; quite important, I assure you. More important than one would have believed, watching their silly ways. You fancy a chap’s bluffing when he’s doing nothing of the sort. I’d enormously have liked to know it before we played. Things would have been so awfully different for us”—he broke off curiously, paused, then added—“for you.”
“Different for me, sir?” His words seemed gruesome. They seemed open to some vaguely sinister interpretation. But I kept myself steady.
“We live and learn, sir,” I said, lightly enough.
“Some of us learn too late,” he replied, increasingly ominous.
“I take it you failed to win the hundred pounds, sir?”
{Illustration: “I TAKE IT YOU FAILED TO WIN THE HUNDRED POUNDS, SIR?”}
“I have the hundred pounds; I won it—by losing.”
Again he evaded my eye.
“Played, indeed, sir,” said I.