“I haven’t any other cards,” protested Richard Jarvis.
“You had those,” Jack Denby reminded him.
“I don’t know how they got caught in my cuff.”
A burst of laughter from Denby and the three other men rang through the room.
“You don’t know how they got ‘caught,’ eh?” sneered Denby. “Cards don’t often get ‘caught’ inside a man’s shirt cuff without some help. I guess you’d better give up all the money you have won to-night, and we’ll divide it among the rest of us. I don’t know which has lost the most, but it is quite sure that all you have is not your own—as an honest man. Eh, Milmarsh?”
“I don’t care what is done with the money he cheated us out of,” returned Howard Milmarsh coldly. “That is not of any importance to me.”
“It is to me,” declared Denby, laughing. “I was about broke. I should have had to drop out before the next hand.”
“All right, Jack! You can have my share, and welcome,” said Howard indifferently. “You have earned it by holding that rascal back when he was going to sneak away. What he has to answer to me for are two things.”
“That so? What are they?”