“I suppose you can name the four cards I hold,” he challenged, as the last of the deal was exhausted and he picked up his hand.
Grief nodded.
“Then name them.”
“The knave of spades, the deuce of spades, the tray of hearts, and the ace of diamonds,” Grief answered.
Those behind Deacon and looking at his hand made no sign. Yet the naming had been correct.
“I fancy you play casino better than I,” Deacon acknowledged. “I can name only three of yours, a knave, an ace, and big casino.”
“Wrong. There aren't five aces in the deck. You've taken in three and you hold the fourth in your hand now.”
“By Jove, you're right,” Deacon admitted. “I did scoop in three. Anyway, I'll make 'cards' on you. That's all I need.”
“I'll let you save little casino——” Grief paused to calculate. “Yes, and the ace as well, and still I'll make 'cards' and go out with big casino. Play.”
“No 'cards' and I win!” Deacon exulted as the last of the hand was played. “I go out on little casino and the four aces. 'Big casino' and 'spades' only bring you to twenty.”