“What do you mean by evidence?” asked Jack Denby. “Do you think Jarvis is hiding cards about him now?”
“I know he is,” was the hot reply.
“Bring him back, then!” cried Denby. “Let’s look!”
The two waiters and the three other players, including Jack Denby, surrounded Jarvis, keeping a wary eye on Howard Milmarsh, to see that he did not take the cowering wretch by the throat.
“His left cuff!” cried Milmarsh. “Look inside!”
“By Jove!” broke out Jack Denby.
He had thrust his fingers inside the stiff shirt cuff of the accused man and brought out three cards. They were the ace of hearts, the king of diamonds, and the king of clubs.
He threw them upon the table, faces upward, with a grunt of disgust.
“There you are, boys!” exclaimed Howard Milmarsh. “He brought out the other ace, as I told you—and I saw him do it. His idea was to ‘sweeten’ his hand, of course. He meant to do the same thing with these other cards you’ve just taken from him. He may have others about him—in his pockets, down the back of his neck, or anywhere. He seems to have the trick of hiding cards down fine.”